Dear ...Dear YouDear Words,Thank You so much. You are an extraordinary friend who does an outstanding job in healing the wounds of every broken-pieced, depression-suffering and heart-lost teenager.Angry? I curse using you.Happy? I get high using you.Fatigue? I whine using you.Sad? I cry screaming you.You make the best of me. You describe me at my worst, at my best. You bring out the lively emotions from my dead-looking, stinking-cold heart. You are able to twist, turn and portray the most powerful messages ever. Through poems, spoken words, and literature; you scream when tears have gone dry, you rise from the dead and stand up when injustice is served and you send such strong messages that it shakes the feet of mankind off the filthy-filled ground.You are caring, gentle, kind and loving. Thank You for always being there and helping me never give up.Love,Me.
Be Mine ForeverHold me tight; stroke my hair,Kiss my lips and twirl me in mid air.Call me Luv; watch me pray,Lock me in your arms and caress away.Sing me songs; brush my tears,Just let me clutch and my fears shall disappear.Recite my jokes; and the silly bed-time stories,Make me accept and bring back the glory.Be my hope; the one who always inspires,As you are the one who my heart desires.Be my strength; show me light,Watch the stars be aligned tonight.Show me reality; make me believe.Else love is the last thing I shall ever perceive.
The Hidden TruthShe smiles, she laughs, she paints away,On the tips of her happiness is how goes the day.She prays, she hopes, she dreams legit,To forget the regrets that she once commit.She is, she was, an angelic child,Now addicted to pain is how gone wild.She tries, she pretends, to again be so happy,Such a shame her life has turned so scrappy.She tries, she wishes to again be so her,A prince shall come to make her feel so pure.
HeartbrokenI loved, I cared, I gave you all that I could,My misfortune; I couldn't be all that you wanted.I hoped, I wished, and I thought you understood,My misfortune; my heart felt taunted.I wondered, I asked, and I prayed for your own good.My misfortune; I felt so unwanted,I pleaded, I begged, all to share thoughts I could,My misfortune; I neglected the hurt you had planted.I was stupid, I was blind, I was unable to read your mind,My misfortune; I still messaged you.I learnt my lesson, I felt the world, I now think I know it,Dont worry, you shall never feel so lacerated.I promise, I swear, I shall never speak to you again,For I deserved it all to have fallen for you.I was silly, I was weird, and I was dumb to think --How could I been the one you cherished?But may you answer if you could -- how could someone be so indecisively cruel?A cold-heart with its own blood, uncaring with bleeding heartsI question if you care truly for my well being,Or if it is just an illusion to fill