I forgot my own just to have yours
Layered with shades
It was a love, so pure
That I keep drowning in its depth
No matter how much I try to toss it away
I keep turning towards it
I will love you even when it'd hurt
I will stay with you even when I'd question my worth
I will fight for you even when I'd die
That's my destiny perhaps
Broken doors that wouldn't close
those broken hearts,
Glass shards all over,
And yes I would still walk over them
Just to reach you
Silver lips, when I didn't kiss you back
When you painted colors in my heart;
From that dark black to that bright yellow and everything in between
Those blank spaces in my head don't even make sense anymore
The intensity of loneliness is just refreshing
Oxymoron, but that's like love too
You are all the colors in my heart
And then you paint it back all black
Draining the colors I began to love,
Dead ink!
So the sadnesses you left me in is always sweeter than what I felt in your colors
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Nobody Understands
PoetryLike a bird, hatched out the broken shell, with a promised fate yet an unsure one. As its wings bloom with luxury, the wind its companion, the lost treasure its treat, the whole world its vision, the seasons would be its reasons, yet all these freed...
