And if I say I wanna cry won't be enough to express the insanity of my heart.
Yes I was broken,
Yes my heart lay in pieces,
But he was still there for me.
He was there just beside me to protect me, to help me win my internal harmony.
My soul was at war, a cold war between choices I never opted.
Yes I was supposed to rule them all, but here the podium was not in my territory.
Someone said i welcomed this, but ask them, who will ever want to guest a painful reunion.
I was holding my breath until he appeared claiming my fake smile.
He saved me from drowning into the silence of my soul.
He wanted me to live and wanted me to do it winning it all, but my soul was long broken.
I was not able to stand on my feet, my gravity was regained by his presence but what about my life, it was still sinking and drowning much to my dismay.
He was a god to capture my broken soul and fix it but I was a poor human who cried in every misery I suffered.
I was happy that he was there, but again I was pleading and crushing my own thoughts of betterment with the worries of future,
He told me the war was over and well captured by my army and his supporters
But I was stillwater not moving at all unlike his lips.
He told me I will be fine, when I felt like a big ocean filled with thousands of sinking ships of my territory.
My tears were also resolved in the ocean.
They were like adding more water to the place which already had enough.
They flipped and flowed with the sinking ships,
until I found my self in a broken yet flowing ship in that murderous ocean,
it was a while when I finally noticed myself in that small piece of ship sailing with him to the shore of our souls.
While he held my hand in his tormented bruised hands,
he fought to protect me,
he protested for my life,
when he finally saved me.
He had big blue radioactive eyes radiating all his worries and pain for my broken soul,
his eyes were not wet,
and I guess that's why we made it not sinking as he didn't contribute in the tears of ocean in which I was flowing.
Yes this war was my virtually created insanity,
this war was in my heart,
he saved me from self harming process as he dragged me to the shore.
Now he was here with me, neglecting all emptiness and hollowness,
I was in his strong pushed up arms and he held me tight, wiping my blood oriented tears.
I galloped sour thoughts down my throat like cold stale blood down it,
it was definitely hard but he made it possible,
I could have cried again seeing him with me with pleasures of happiness but i forbidded the tears.
My eyes met his and his eyes were as always pinned against my soul.
It ached,
it pained badly but this pain was new and not like the one I suffered till date,
he knew I was happy to be in his embrace,
so he tightened his grip releasing his tension he was holding till moment.
His eyes rested against mine and unexpectedly a tear exclaimed out.
No he can't cry,
A god is strong and immune to all that humanly feelings,
I shaked my thoughts off and looked again into his eyes, and realized the truth,
the mirror was placed right in front of my eyes,
his reflection looked so weak yet tempted.
I did this to him, he cried realizing my pain,
his realization told me everything I ever wanted to know,
I took and grossed everything he wanted me to know.
He gave me a reason to believe, he loved me like no one can ever do, he saved me
And now he was glad for his expertise.
His tear was a proof of his love for me,
his wings were broken when he saw me that way
but now they were all dropped happily against his back.
And I lost the war.
Yes i did...lose it but
I was more than glad to lose it by him,
he defeated my heart by his and believe me it was the most fortunate loss
I ever gained in centuries.
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PROFOUND SINS
Poetry"Your kisses taste like 'I love yous' But Your 'I love yous' are all lies; " "For love, for death and for the fear of losing what we had, we ruined our kindness in the most unloving way. Each night, before laying your head in my arms you whispered...
