There is no denying that sparks fly every time we kiss. I know this love is not right but… I can’t help feeling this way. Your love is bad for me in every single way. Still I let this love burn me. I know none of this is good for me. My heart just can’t say no. This love has to be unholy.
Tag: poems
My poetry collections are now in Wattpad
Two very different poetry collections about love. One with love poems how wonderful love can and should be. Other one what should have never even been called love. Like I said they are very different. My poems can be light and lovely to sad and really dark.
Every tear for you
How can there still be tears left? How after all these years there is still more tear? How many oceans have I cried because of you? Why can’t these tears just end? Still so many years later. After how many times I thought I have mended my heart.
Let me get through
To be haunted by your ghost It is as bittersweet as cruel. Reminder love that I lost. That you are no longer here. I loved you more than anyone. Ever. My heart broke. But it ain’t my time yet.
Almost
I almost said I love you. But I did stop myself. I almost said that I need you. It is true but my pride don’t let the words out. Almost but quite yet ready. Will you understand that my once burned heart still needs more time. It was broken so badly. Please forgive to it, to taking it’s time.
Love letters
I have been writing love letters. So many love letters. All of them are straight from my heart. Every word is only for you. Telling you all the secrets of my heart. Everything that I never thought I could ever tell anyone. But for you in these letters. I will tell everything.
Poetry writing didn’t go as I planned
I meant to write nice love poem. That did not happen. I did end with three really dark love poems. Really dark. But I have other plans for these poems as well not only am I going to publish them here. I will start putting my already and other poems at Wattpad as well.
Hold on little longer
It doesn’t feel like it now. Not when world is still burning around you. And all seems to be lost. But all of that ain’t all bad. Better days are going to find their way back to you. All the broken pieces will find their place. Some in new pieces are needed. But that is just life.
Talk about love
You keep talking about love. But why I can’t ever feel it? You say the words. But where is it? I’m starting to think. You don’t know what love really is. That empty words are enough. But that ain’t love for me. Talk about love but where is your heart?
Your false Anarchy
So now you are screaming for anarchy. Could you be more fake? Yes you can and you are. You are screaming anarchy top of your lungs. But your actions don’t match with your words. Like they never do. And never will. Anarchy of against what?