Heart broken My heart was taken by you broken by you and now it is in pieces because of you Love is like falling down in the end I’m the one left hurt You’re the one who broke my heart…
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I come from a country called India The women here are known for the Bindiya Here there’s lot do with name Khan And the yummy banarasi Paan the land of Bollywood where rice is the staple food Ever increasing rate
The night for me was so cold I was acting being so bold shouldn’t have said so soon what I told now I feel my hands empty nothing to hold I revealed what was popping up inside nothing got added
Hiding deep secrets within She got eyes like an ocean Calm like the winds, beautiful as the heaven Shining like a star, burning like the sun She got eyes like an ocean Emotions and stories lost in this ocean Are
I love me. No, I am not a narcissist. Even though you may think but loving myself is not a kink. I don’t wait for a positive response from you. Your views about me do not state what is true.
I’ve danced on many worlds, and will on many more. Each have proven unique, with many lessons to learn. I’ve traveled far but have farther still to go. The road is long and tiresome, with many falling and failing to
Time provides what the heartbeat hides; measurement and release for its subjects. Time provides us with existence, a temporary installation of measured quantities encapsulated by one quantum. Time will provide insistence of a contract between living things, a state of
I am but an Ordinary man With wife and children in demand Up each morning at six On the road and dressed in slick And add to that a boss with that stick That makes a buck at a lick
It was not a demigod, elephantiasis of a beast, snakes sitting on head. A catastrophic tree view.I was proud of being alive during carpet-bombing. A catnip was needed to clear the vision. The town was moving out shedding its landmarks.
I long for lost horizons, for castles in the dale For wise and mighty dragons, and painted ships that sail For wizards in the towers and kings upon the throne Enchanted swords a-blazing, swift arrows straight and long I long
And I don’t care how high you are Is your mind open? Blissful emotions exploding in these tunes Mind blown, useless frowns Wake me up This life is endless, it’s passing Moving fast or not fast enough Fully loaded,Let me
I want a Tuesday kind of love. The sort of thing that involves little dreaming and scheming; the sort of thing that comes paired with too-strong coffee and too-loud songbirds and the drone of the news at 6 a.m. or
Poetry is not an intelligent Arrangement of words or rhymes But an articulation of heart An articulation of emotion An articulation of the subtle feelings That can never be expressed by a prose Poetry is associated with more heart Than
searching for words in continuum of incompleteness, it was a trickle at first, then a free fall, cerebral fury: I am becoming expansive, so apposed to verbatim of shrieks, only in whispers I will talk to delphiniums, I would walk
You break the rules, with your sly stupid smile. Your unforgiving dark bold eyes and your tousled hair. You’re driving her normal. Normal as painful as it sounds, normal like a woman. Who never felt like a woman. Who never