safarah

Merry Christmas  

Roses are dead
          violets are dying
          outside i'm smiling
          inside i'm crying

Ill sail the ocean in the sunset..

Nobody knows it’s painful.
          They think that I am strong.
          They say it won’t kill me,
          But I wonder if they are wrong

The sunset is beautiful isn't it?

After this , I'll be more silent..

Shadows linger where the light used  to dance.

I was in the brim all night 
          And was waiting to find solace in the night sky.
          But it turns out even the sky had a bad day.
          She was more on the verge than me.
          And we found solace in our embrace

One of the hardest heartbreak is letting go of someone whom you treat as your beloved home, your safe haven amidst the chaos. The vacuum cleaner of your most naïve and  darkest thoughts, the sponge of your silly jokes and muffled cries. Someone who's name you'll never forget no matter how fast the years gone by. 
          To loosen the grip of someone's warmest touch, the one you aimed to be your last. 
           
          Others may think that it all stops when you utter the shattering farewell or wishing them well. But reality is, it’s the agonizing pain of the aftermath, of waking up in the middle of the night, desperately wanting them back. It's in the idle hours of your shift and reminiscing about how he used to brighten up your mood when you badly wanted to quit. It's eating a certain food and letting your tears roll down because it's his favorite. It's strolling around to your hang out place that suddenly gives you a feeling of hitting and wracking your own chest because of those tattoed scenarios, the most beautiful and raw moments. 
           
          Perhaps we only experience our greatest love , once in a lifetime. And despite how we tighten our grip , the universe will always find it's way to withdraw our glimpse of heaven. 
           
          Yes, there's no choice but to move forward . However we somehow desire from the depths of our soul, that the next time, it will be the same man.  And we'll be destined for good by then.
          
          — aizeahkimalba
          

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