All I ask

Hold me like I'm more
than just a branch,
Treat me like I'm more
than just an option;
Be the push to my pull,
The yin which balances my yan.

I'm not asking for much,
All I want is your heart;
And even if you can't love me
the same way I love you,
Just don't make me look like
a fool for loving you.

Is that too much to ask?

© Pendullum

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Men are human too...

However fragile you are,
you are not as fragile as me;
However broken you are,
you are not as broken as me.

Men are human too,
With passions just as pure and
needs just as deep as yours.
Our hearts beat just the same and
our tears flow the same as yours.

However scarred you are,
you are not as scarred as me;
However frightened you are,
you are not as frightened as me.

Men are human too,
With passions just as pure and
needs just as deep as yours.
Our bodies need pampering and
our souls nurturing, just as yours.

© Pendullum

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No matter how many times
your heart has been
bro-
ken before,
every new heartbreak still
hurts
like
hell.

© Pendullum

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Officially blinded

When you look at me,
I feel as though I'm the answer to every question,
Like I'm the rain, falling only for you;
Your gaze takes away my pain,
Your eyes lure me into a world of safety.

When you look at me,
I see a vivid reminder of how loved I am,
Officially blinded to everything else.
Your gaze lights up every inch of my world,
Your eyes promise pleasures innumerable.

© Pendullum

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Pointless...

Colours slowly lose their taste,
Sounds become difficult to feel;
Pastimes quickly become bland,
Tomorrow matters ever less and less.

Nothing prepares you for this kind of pain,
Your heart squeezed like a sponge in a fist;
For all my aims and ambitions,
Everything is pointless without you.


Conversations blur into white noise,
Dreams and destinations fade fast;
Friends and family lose all relevance,
Nothing makes sense anymore.

This vacuum runs deeper than a black hole,
Sapping away the very best of me;
For all my plans and purposes,
Everything is pointless without you.


© Pendullum

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ORIAKU

A bad mother
And even worse,
A calamitous wife,
This is what she is:
It is a lie that
She has a good heart,
And all her actions prove this because,
She cares deeply for her family
Not in the least.
She is wasteful—
It is not true that
She wants her family to thrive.
I tell you this,
She is not just a consumer
Of men's dreams and funds,
She is the terminator
It is pure fallacy that
She is good news.
ODOZIAKU

Now, read from down up.
© Pendullum.

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THIS COULD HAVE BEEN US...

This could have been our fate,
We would have been so happy.
In our future, you lacked faith,
You chose to leave me for zaddy.

We would have been so happy,
I would have given you all of me.
You chose to leave me for zaddy,
He whom you could hardly ever see.

I would have given you all of me.
Why did you have to leave me for him?
He whom you could hardly ever see,
We would have made a formidable team.

Why did you have to leave me for him?
In our future, you lacked faith.
We would have made a formidable team,
This could have been our fate.

© Pendullum.
#Patoum

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As days go bye...

We no longer say good night,
We've been drifting as days go bye,
Our egos proving too daunting a height,
Our degrees creating a divide too high.

We no longer say good night,
We've been drifting as days go bye,
We're letting the noise outside drown our light,
Instead of 'our,' we keep favouring 'my.'

We no longer say good night,
We've been drifting as days go bye,
Our once fierce love no longer burns as bright,
We're muddling up the pudding and the pie.

We no longer say good night,
We've been drifting as days go bye,
We're failing to keep the essentials in sight,
Letting out commitment to each other die.

We no longer say good night,
We've been drifting as days go bye,
We can no longer do even the basics right,
Since when did love become an eye for an eye?

We no longer say good night,
We've been drifting as days go bye,
It's clear we are losing this fight,
So, isn't it time we just let sleeping dogs lie?

© Pendullum

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A little tear here, a small crack there,
These are hills worth dying on,
But when disloyalty is now a running
commentary with him or her,
Not everything is worth fixing; move on.

A little tear here, a small crack there,
These are hills worth dying on,
But you see that friend who
never comes through for you,
Not everything is worth fixing; move on.

A little tear here, a small crack there,
These are hills worth dying on,
But when promise-and-fail becomes
their IUPAC nomenclature,
Not everything is worth fixing; move on.

A little tear here, a small crack there,
These are hills worth dying on,
But when Superman punches
become your daily bread,
Not everything is worth fixing; move on.

A little tear here, a small crack there,
These are hills worth dying on,
But when the cost of repair far
exceeds the realms of reason,
Not everything is worth fixing; move on.

© Pendullum

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I know joy comes in the morning,
But omo...
These nights are getting longer.

© Pendullum

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