#wordslove

[happykoul]

I wandered there for days

An ocean of blue,

But not like the deep

More like the surface

when the sun is penetrating from the above.

I thought I might catch a glimpse

An inkling of who you are,

But i found an empty,

Dark soul,

That never noticed me there.

I was lost,

In your eyes,

But not because of me,

Because of you,

And the abandon of pursuit.

[happykoul]

LOST

Ever lost someone whom you thought is the only way of your survival?

You wake up from your slumber, panting, exhausted, your mind muffled up with vague emotions. You can’t sleep anymore. You wish you had someone to talk to, but there’s no one by your side.

You are surrounded by people, and yet something seems missing. There’s so much energy in the environment, and yet you feel alone. You want to sneak away. The world seems cruel and unsympathetic.

You’ve given up on yourself. You see no point in living. You are contemplating self-depreciating activities. Living doesn’t interest you anymore.

At this edge of life the only survival thing you need to have is just look at your hands and question yourself that did they deserve this.

[happykoul]

I cannot make up lame excuses,

I cannot say, it was not me,

I plead guilty to all those cruel abuses, 

when I tried to hide, what you could plainly see.

I have pushed the bad things all aside,

and tried to I have not the time to right all wrongs;

the years flash by, and my anguish grows,

I know, too late, where my heart belongs;

in the window, where my candle glows.

[happykoul]

Making a bright smile can just hide your feelings but what about scars?

[happykoul]

And here it comes the dark with darkest memories of my life. I used to think that now you are with me i will go through all these dark night but now i am shattering my eyes just to make sure that you are really gone and all the promises you made were just words.

[happykoul]

[happykoul]

“Sometimes i think would i still be a bookmark in her book of love but then i remember her hands driven away by a new chapter in her love book.”

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All

the word-lovers,

the book-lovers,

the poem-lovers

the artistic minds

the creative minds

the dying breed,

I appreciate you.