The fire of fire
The urge to scream satires
Is nothing but a burning desire
To love you till I'm tired.
The agony of love
Is greater than that of hate
For it pains
To know that you are not in my fate.
The sky should hide it's embers
So that my feelings aren't put up for show
Those dark and void wants
Swallow me up every night and haunt.
I have always loved the stars
Never the moon
For the moon holds scars
It reminds me of my heart.
I'm not fearful of the night
The ghosts already know my plight
They stay in sight
Still they don't fight.
There is a melancholy in the language of stars
Whenever they speak, I feel scathed
Mocking me as they laugh
Maybe I will keep the best of me in drafts.
Magic sparkles when the sky blows wind
The whole forest shines
Even the priests and sages sigh
For they know, there's no use of hymns.
To burn the sorcerer
Is to believe that magic exists
To burn the sun
Is to believe that lights emit.
Lord might forgive me for everything
But he would always punish me
For I put myself through situations
Which I didn't deserve.
I owe my soul an apology
It's caged inside me
I wanna let it go
But because of it, I feel.
Even my soul wants to abandon me
I feel so empty
Still so full of you
Because I love you.
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
