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Too Much Love

 I have been too much in love, to see the sorrow it hides.. I have seen pain, while love grows insane, I have cried all night, when all I wanted was to end the fight..   I have been too much in love, to see the lack of depth inside.. I have seen smiles, that don’t mean anything, I have seen teardrops, that fall and deny, I have seen broken pieces, scattered everywhere, when all I wanted was someone to hold me together..   I have been too much in love, to ignore the poison that kills one side.. I have slept through open eyes.. waiting on responses, I have kept withholding the lies.. sitting at the table for hours, I have seen myself vanquishing, trying to fit into a dress I will never wear.. when all I wanted was someone to stop treating me as a spare..   I have been too much in love, look at how obsessive this all sounds.. I hope when you read it, you still find me around.. amidst empty cups dusting a shelf, with a picture frame, of us still looking at each other.. ...

Equal

Standing at the alter..
Kissing happily ever after.
And all she could see..
Was a ritual.
Jumping into the water..
Depths of laughter.
And all she could feel..
Was totter.
Looking at each other..
While she seeks smother.
Dirt that bothers..
But all that’s farther.
Are the questions asked rather.
Her skin is fair..
His skin is darker.
Marking boundaries thats unfair..
What about wanderer.
Wings to slaughter..
But her urge goes for wings that flutter.
A fire ignites..
Fuming smokes touching sky..
Like kites flying by.
But she sees countless fights..
For equal rights.
Where someone is still burning..
All through the night.

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