This summer, I met an angel.
With a smile as warm as summer,
And a gaze as cold as winter.
She wished to reach for the sky.
Only to be brought down,
By her tattered wings.
I long for her, but the agonizing chains,
Oh- they held me back.
Last summer, I met an angel.
who had a smile as warm as the weather,
And a gaze as cold as winter.
She was soon relieved of her wings,
turning her into a lucid dream.
This pleased death even more so
to be her companion, for eternity.
She was bound to be mine,
Yet irony pushed me back.
except for the day when,
for fleeting moments, we were one.
The day death set her free,
only to be taken away from me.
Her skin was as soft as the summer dew
Her kiss reminded me of the cherry blossom
touching my skin.
One summer, i had met someone,
who had a smile as warm as summer,
and a gaze as cold as winter.
I’m hurt, with the memory of my lover
I’m gone, to a distant hell
Scars do not let me go, as it has become one with me.
Leave me be, alas its too late to die in this whirlwind of a world.
Please help me, no please do not.
Oh god, don’t go, I’ve become one with it.
It kills me from the inside.
I cannot feel love or be loved,
The scars can be seen, like the fireworks on the 4th of July.
I will miss you my love, please do not miss me.
You will be in my memory always.
As you were the reason why i have the scars in the first place
via Daily Prompt: Chaotic
Sins of our souls,
runs deep into our wounds
being the dark blobs of the universe
only to up rise.
Being human and sane, while holding ourselves in vain
Only in chaos we live
Only chaos soothes the soul.
I saw her from far away,
yet I knew i wasnt good enough for her.
She accepted me for who I am,
only to see me getting faded again.
Her smile was mesmerizing,
suddenly I was brought back to reality
only to see her from far away again.
It’s like a blurred out image in a smoke-filled room, where you and your lover are standing side by side, when the mood keeps on changing from inky to incandescence. The world is left behind and you are stuck inside this smoke room where each time you breathe in the fumes, the more you want to stay because the pain and suffocation is worth it but eventually you will have to get out from that room.
The room where you found bliss, love, being yearned for you but it was internally killing you. This euphoria is something we desire for but all of us don’t have the key to enter this room but its in front of us, we stay in front of that door and want this key till the door is covered with snow, its torturous for some while some believe they will be able to get that key to enter the smoke room.
We all our unique, we have desires that maybe fulfilled or it may not be. Many of us get to enter this smoke room but many of us just die in front of this door waiting to get this key, where we maybe be able to experience LOVE.
the inability to sleep, while pondering about different memories which are closest to you or pondering about memories which had hurt you in a way and changed who you were as a person. Instances which made you wonder is it worth it to think about it yet we are not being able to let go of this very memory that made you who you are.
Sometimes you feel that you could be thrown inside a landfill of emotions and relive those moments that brought tears and laughter at the same time and the feeling is torturous and these emotions are the reason you can’t sleep. Living with pain of reliving those emotions is painful as we have lost a lot of people in these memories those who meant the world to ous and we are forgotten by them for a situation, that was their fault but we were ready to take the blame.
Being an insomniac is basically reliving those emotions day in and day out and changing who you are maybe towards the better or the worse but you do change yourself, which is the most difficult thing . Sometimes it aint worth it.