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Deserted
Like the Sahara, our words have become barren; our greetings, dry and our stories, lifeless.
I try to reach for you, But I only catch your shadow. #WheninCdeO #rain #silhouette #vsco
The Story of a Martyr
One day you approached me, looking all desolate and on the verge of crying. I asked you what happened and you told me that you had your heart broken. You gave a piece of your heart to somebody and and you didn't receive one back. So I gave you a piece of my heart to make you whole again. You came back again the next day, looking as forlorn as the day before. I asked you what happened and you gave me the same answer as yesterday. So I gave you another chunk of my heart to make you feel whole again. The third day came and you were still grieving for your broken heart. I needn't ask you again and so I gave you another huge part of my heart. You looked at me and refused to accept it, saying that I have done more than enough. I insisted and told you that I'd rather be broken than see you like that. With a huge smile, you took the offer. As I looked at you walk away, my heart in your hand, on a quest to search for the soul who'll make you whole again, I was left on my own, broken and incomplete, and worried that what if one day I've given you all I have and you're still incomplete? What if one day, I'm the one who's going to approach you, looking all desolate and on the verge of crying, mourning over the loss of my heart... Will you give me a piece of your heart to me? I know the answer is no. And I'm fine with that.
Where do you get inspiration for your works? Love all of them, by the way! ;)
Thank you! Well, I was feeling really down that time and these thoughts just came in mind. And before I knew it, I've already composed a pretty sad verse. :)
Keep Smiling
When I talk to you, I feel emptier by the minute. The ache in my heart throbs and grows even more. You give no cure to this pain I feel. And yet here I am still talking to you, hiding everything I feel with a fake smile that you taught me to make.
Empty-Handed
Love-- What is it? All I know is that for me you don't have it.
Empty
In your life I play the role, of the one who loves you-- and falls into this deep, dark hole.
Strangers Again
We started as strangers,
and then became friends.
And now we’re back to being strangers again,
like it was all just a pretend.
In the Dark
Lights off. The dark envelops me like a cold blanket driving me numb. As I stare at the nothingness which is darkness, I think of you And your stone-cold heart And your expressionless face As you approached me And uttered the words I'd never forget for the rest of my life: "I love you... no more."
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I made 50 posts and all I got was this lousy t-shirt idea.
Addicted
I'm high-- I'm on cloud nine and on the tenth and on the next. I'm beyond the seventh heaven because seven's just not enough. They say the sky's the limit but I feel limitless like a bird soaring above the earth laughing at the lonely mortals bound to the dust of the ground below. My mind's the land of the free of my thoughts and imagination. My heart's a fireworks display of my colorful emotions. And all this started with just a dose of you.
Lost in the Crowd
We were two lovers Lost in the crowd holding hands tight grip fearing that we might drift apart as the crowd swallowed us together. We were two lovers Lost in the crowd My hand against my arm tight grip We have drifted apart. I was left alone as the crowd swallowed you whole.
What Love Can Do
I wasn't born with a songbird's voice, but just a thought of you could make me sing a melancholic tune that would shame any nightingale.
What Love Can Do
How brave of me to love you so: a hopeless soldier in the War of Love, whose war was already lost even before the first bullet has been shot.
Don't trust the person who only wants what you have.
Good morning, Cagayan de Oro! 🌤 Look up! 👆🏼 Praise God for another beautiful day (bahalag Monday)! 😁 #Godswork #clouds