Even the thought of you calling
someone else 's eyes beautiful,
Hurts me, Wish you
werenever that Liar,
Who got caught,
Wish I'd love you
rather than tryna
hate you forever,Wish
things were different,But times
have gone,yet nothing's rewritten.-
Yeah I speak to some of my friends
about my personal issues,
And then there is you, one of them,
Who just didn't hear me only when
I talk about those problems,
You made sure
if I became okay time to time,
And that's what makes you
who you are,
That's why you are special.⭐-
All that love from thy eyes,
Never knew it would all turn into lies,
If I could turn back time ,
I would just tell myself to walk away
from the very first day
Or erase the moment I met you.-
Topic : Birthed again.
Probably it's their Reincarnations,
Happens after years ,
Like Metaphor of Horizons
That are Entangled in multiverse,
"Are butterflies to serve 'Miss Ambrosia!'?
Or to just fade into another Abyss!"-
If you were deluded by their pretense ,
Yes of course It's a back stab,
But do you remember the day one ,
When your heart skipped a beat?
Was never about them,
Not any version of them
in any dimension nor universe,
Yet love happened
Amid your gaze and might,
Although it's a mere sight,
Absolutely you don't have a say
in it's failure nor success,
It's all caz of that
fucking neural network,
Trauma bond or whatever!
-
"Melancholia , an half cooked dish
on the gut ,stuck there for so long ,
it's untouched,aches to be blended
with more then what it is,
Waits for more flavours,
and wishes to turn into
a completely different dish!"
What would you name it???
-
She opened the door,
The invite to marriage came after 8 years
of non chalance, Respect voices out to
save her Tiara from falling down.
Asks , "May I know who is this?"
-
Start to Outwit thy society's
standards of love,
You'll either proclaim a trophy,
Or labelled an Outcast ,
Yet the unsung of the eternal is
to not discount this love for anything,
neither the past nor the future ,
Cuz to love in every second,
very unconditionally is freedom,
Nobody maketh choice for thee,
You ought to only own the crown,
All of these living moment.-