Am I?Am I too reserved, That she can't see my heart? Am I too concerned, Just that she can't see that part?Am I?
Am I too restrained, Afraid to freak her out? Or am I just too stained, By memories from my past?
Am I too naive, To think her heart I've caught? Or am I just deceived, By my own whispering thoughts?
Irony...I lean on my chair, Wishing I could be there. To be by her side, Throughout the coming night.Irony...
But it is not to be, As no love can have three. I can only watch, As flames around me scorch.
I try to look unfazed, As I see their tight embrace. But deep inside it hurts, A pain that slowly subverts.
If who she loves is him, Away from her I'll limp.
But I can't, As ironically, Who she loves, Is me.
True LoveWhat is true love? A mutual feeling that lifts you to the clouds above? I'm sorry, no. Let me teach you, that you may know.True Love
True love is about being misunderstood, Though all you do is for her good. Sorely hated by the one you love, Enduring pain you don't deserve.
Without complaint, You suffer silently in pain. And suppress your utmost desire, To run to her and confess that you're a liar.
And pretend that you, Are not hurt when you say 'adieu'. When deep inside, The downpour of tears have yet to subside.
I admit that I
ShatteredMy heart you beguiled, With your smile and laughter, And then you shattered, Like a porcelain platter.Shattered
How could I not have seen, That to you I’m just a toy? Was I so deprived of love, That I couldn’t see through your ploy?
You hang up the phone, ‘Friend just called’, you say. Like a book tossed aside, Is this how I’m to pass my days?
Never had I known, That I was such a bore. Talking to me the phone, Is it really such a chore?
Or do you just hate me, And can’t wait to break me apart? Here lies my joy and gle
nerudai want to read your bodyneruda
like neruda poem
written in braille,
my fingers searching
the pages of your skin,
gently brushing away
the hair that falls like a silken bookmark
across your face. i will work my way down the page, hands
trembling with excitement, anticipating which words
will follow. fingers will linger in some areas, reread, so that on lonely nights like this one I will
be able to recite the subtle nuances of
your neck or the mystery surrounding your navel. I would try to interpre
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