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[jaggedjawjosh]

If I could rewrite yesterday, your heart would ink each tear as a lesson, crafting strength and peace from every whispered regret. Heal, dear soul.

[mypoeticsoul-ny]

To Love A Broken Girl

There are days when she is sunshine Sweetest, darkest, rarest wine She will love you till it hurts her Worship you upon the floor

She will cherish and protect you For her love is pure and true She will build upon steep mountain, Magic castle in the rain

She will make a home of comfort Take you to each foreign port She will whether any hardship As her tears begin to drip

But on days when she is broken Not a word then will be spoken Living hurts her soul and heart Past sweeps in, rips all apart

She pretends that all is fine Holds her head up, has a spine Yet behind the door she crumbles On betrayls her heart stumbles

Hard to breathe, a lump she swallows In her misery she wallows Till again her strength returns One more battle, her soul learns ©6.22.2023 - MyPoeticSoulNy(-mps)

[rayven-interrupted]

You're a birthday cake with a bullet inside

veiled premonition

in motionless nights

your prophetic dreams

play tricks on my mind

Lessen the need

Nailed hard to me

Unrestrained

Untamed

Seething with some unnamed rage

Like someone just let me out of your cage

Focused but I can't see straight

chosen by unscripted fate

Flames danced across your broken bones

Marrow spilt prisms in effulgent tones

Climb inside

Possess my mind

This is where I fall behind ...

your Lazarus eyes

oceanic tides

heavy with visions from the other side

Your rainbow of fire succored in smoke

While flames dance across my scarlet bones

sparks of ozone

Calling you home

In the wake of your shadow I felt less alone

[theferalpoet]

"gauze and gore"

[maihonhassan]

How broken was Nasir Kazmi's heart when he said this;

ذرا سی بات سہی تیرا یاد آ جانا ، ذرا سی بات بہت دیر تک رلاتی تھی

Zarā sī baat sahī terā yaad aa jaanā, Zarā sī baat bahut der tak rulātī thī

[mothix-mp4]

Foggy Days

Take in the bleak Beige light,

haughty silken curtains diffuse it all.

Eavesdropping paintings shift to look at White.

Yield to the name that’s too hard to recall;

rickety and creaky floorboards drown out thought.

Err on her name, she’s the one in Red

with the one in Yellow that’s always sought.

Ample bedding to finally rest dread,

take the pills so relaxation stays

close. Blue said it’s meant to make you feel

hazy… years have been days.

Inky Chamomile

never did love you,

gone is the Pink you knew.

[embeccy]

"The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much and forgetting that you are special too."

- Ernst Hemingway

- Embeccy