From the gates of heaven
He comes down to earth
To cater my feelings
And put them through love's hearth.
I live to love him
And I love to lose him
Because this is how it works
The system is burning but at least there are fireworks.
My self respect is under the ground
My ego never existed in front of him
I will love him till the end of world
Till my breath goes thin.
He is an angel
A fallen one
He knows what hell feels like
But he gets me to heaven.
He keeps me on the verge
Edges me till I die
Doesn't let me fall on either side
He holds me in front of a tide.
I would blow a kiss and he won't mind
I could blow a place and he won't mind
He is always there with me
Standing beside.
This is written raw
Like my emotions
Emitting dry light
Because I'm high.
I'm a degenerate member
Of this generation
I get high on feelings
And low on restrictions.
YOU ARE READING
tears on my scars.
Poetrypoetry from the times when i feel dead and alive. i hear the shadows whispering, i feel the inaudible trembling, unwilling to believe, too true to disbelief. -aish
