#review#review #sm#sm #opentosuggestions#opentosuggestions
TEARS
Have you ever wandered about the dew drops,
The dew that falls down from your beautiful eyes,
The drop that clears all your fears from the face.
That very drop
Is not because you are surrounded by too many,
But rather there is no one to spare for any.
That drop trying to hide from outside world,
Is not afraid of people seeing it flowing down,
But because it doesn't want to show up for people who value it down.
Let me tell you a story of it.
Deep inside a cave,
There was drop ready to rage.
No matter how many times he fell,
That drop never came up of the well.
No wounds, no stranger, no storm
could boil the water for steam.
Yet there came a girl,
Just beautiful as a pearl.
They passed time together,
For which she gifted him a watch to remember.
One fine day, she vanished in front of him,
He was all blank, but had a whim.
To turn it real,
He went to that very same well.
Water reaching the top of it,
Not a blink, but thinking to forfeit.
In that midst of black cloud
People taunted him for getting out.
No architect showed up, no dams built,
All fishes swimming now full of guilt.
The lake got dried,
His subconscious got bribed.
That river did not flow again,
But the clouds cried and the boy in vain.
Now people trying to dig the lake with a shovel,
sharpened up with disguise, dishonest flannel.
The owner still in search of the fate,
To find that same pearl that would close the gate.
Looking it up with moments they had spent,
That whose key could never be found again.
TEARS
Have you ever wandered about the dew drops,
The dew that falls down from your beautiful eyes,
The drop that clears all your fears from the face.
That very drop
Is not because you are surrounded by too many,
But rather there is no one to spare for any.
That drop trying to hide from outside world,
Is not afraid of people seeing it flowing down,
But because it doesn't want to show up for people who value it down.
Let me tell you a story of it.
Deep inside a cave,
There was drop ready to rage.
No matter how many times he fell,
That drop never came up of the well.
No wounds, no stranger, no storm
could boil the water for steam.
Yet there came a girl,
Just beautiful as a pearl.
They passed time together,
For which she gifted him a watch to remember.
One fine day, she vanished in front of him,
He was all blank, but had a whim.
To turn it real,
He went to that very same well.
Water reaching the top of it,
Not a blink, but thinking to forfeit.
In that midst of black cloud
People taunted him for getting out.
No architect showed up, no dams built,
All fishes swimming now full of guilt.
The lake got dried,
His subconscious got bribed.
That river did not flow again,
But the clouds cried and the boy in vain.
Now people trying to dig the lake with a shovel,
sharpened up with disguise, dishonest flannel.
The owner still in search of the fate,
To find that same pearl that would close the gate.
Looking it up with moments they had spent,
That whose key could never be found again.
#review#review #sm#sm #poetry#poetry
TEARS
Have you ever wandered about the dew drops,
The dew that falls down from your beautiful eyes,
The drop that clears all your fears from the face.
That very drop
Is not because you are surrounded by too many,
But rather there is no one to spare for any.
That drop trying to hide from outside world,
Is not afraid of people seeing it flowing down,
But because it doesn't want to show up for people who value it down.
Let me tell you a story of it.
Deep inside a cave,
There was drop ready to rage.
No matter how many times he fell,
That drop never came up of the well.
No wounds, no stranger, no storm
could boil the water for steam.
Yet there came a girl,
Just beautiful as a pearl.
They passed time together,
For which she gifted him a watch to remember.
One fine day, she vanished in front of him,
He was all blank, but had a whim.
To turn it real,
He went to that very same well.
Water reaching the top of it,
Not a blink, but thinking to forfeit.
In that midst of black cloud
People taunted him for getting out.
No architect showed up, no dams built,
All fishes swimming now full of guilt.
The lake got dried,
His subconscious got bribed.
That river did not flow again,
But the clouds cried and the boy in vain.
Now people trying to dig the lake with a shovel,
sharpened up with disguise, dishonest flannel.
The owner still in search of the fate,
To find that same pearl that would close the gate.
Looking it up with moments they had spent,
That whose key could never be found again.
TEARS
Have you ever wandered about the dew drops,
The dew that falls down from your beautiful eyes,
The drop that clears all your fears from the face.
That very drop
Is not because you are surrounded by too many,
But rather there is no one to spare for any.
That drop trying to hide from outside world,
Is not afraid of people seeing it flowing down,
But because it doesn't want to show up for people who value it down.
Let me tell you a story of it.
Deep inside a cave,
There was drop ready to rage.
No matter how many times he fell,
That drop never came up of the well.
No wounds, no stranger, no storm
could boil the water for steam.
Yet there came a girl,
Just beautiful as a pearl.
They passed time together,
For which she gifted him a watch to remember.
One fine day, she vanished in front of him,
He was all blank, but had a whim.
To turn it real,
He went to that very same well.
Water reaching the top of it,
Not a blink, but thinking to forfeit.
In that midst of black cloud
People taunted him for getting out.
No architect showed up, no dams built,
All fishes swimming now full of guilt.
The lake got dried,
His subconscious got bribed.
That river did not flow again,
But the clouds cried and the boy in vain.
Now people trying to dig the lake with a shovel,
sharpened up with disguise, dishonest flannel.
The owner still in search of the fate,
To find that same pearl that would close the gate.
Looking it up with moments they had spent,
That whose key could never be found again.
#review #sm #lovedback
Why can't I let you go,
Even the sunshines won't leave anymore.
The moon's ready to make up the supper,
But there is no where you
And neither your flippers.
Since younger days I just had a thought,
That there would be a woman
With whom I've never fought.
I had nerver run in search of the fragrance of your body,
It's just that, I knew you would be that somebody.
Now please don't question how and why!
Well, the words are not always meant to rhyme
But when stiched together, are just perfectly fine.
I know it's a very awkward chair to position,
But do you have any other reservations?
There's no need to panic,that's totally okay.
It's not your fault that I found you,
But rather failed,
Being found by you.
It's just that I love you,
But do not deserved to be loved back.
Why can't I let you go,
Even the sunshines won't leave anymore.
The moon's ready to make up the supper,
But there is no where you
And neither your flippers.
Since younger days I just had a thought,
That there would be a woman
With whom I've never fought.
I had nerver run in search of the fragrance of your body,
It's just that, I knew you would be that somebody.
Now please don't question how and why!
Well, the words are not always meant to rhyme
But when stiched together, are just perfectly fine.
I know it's a very awkward chair to position,
But do you have any other reservations?
There's no need to panic,that's totally okay.
It's not your fault that I found you,
But rather failed,
Being found by you.
It's just that I love you,
But do not deserved to be loved back.
#review #sm #lovedback
Why can't I let you go,
Even the sunshine won't leave anymore.
The moon's ready to make up the supper,
But there is no where you
And neither your flippers.
Since younger days I just had a thought,
That there would be a woman
With whom I've never fought.
I had nerver run in search of the fragrance of your body,
It's just that, I knew you would be that somebody.
Now please don't question how and why!
Well, the words are not always meant to rhyme
But when stiched together, are just perfectly fine.
I know it's a very awkward chair to position,
But do you have any other reservations?
There's no need to panic,that's totally okay.
It's not your fault that I found you,
But rather failed,
Being found by you.
It's just that I love you,
But do not deserved to be loved back.
Why can't I let you go,
Even the sunshine won't leave anymore.
The moon's ready to make up the supper,
But there is no where you
And neither your flippers.
Since younger days I just had a thought,
That there would be a woman
With whom I've never fought.
I had nerver run in search of the fragrance of your body,
It's just that, I knew you would be that somebody.
Now please don't question how and why!
Well, the words are not always meant to rhyme
But when stiched together, are just perfectly fine.
I know it's a very awkward chair to position,
But do you have any other reservations?
There's no need to panic,that's totally okay.
It's not your fault that I found you,
But rather failed,
Being found by you.
It's just that I love you,
But do not deserved to be loved back.
#review #theSpringIsNotYetDead #sm
There is a reason.
There's a reason why
people come into your life.
Just like leaf on a tree,
which change, as the seasons pass by.
Some stay mere
yet impose strong influence.
Some stay forever
With absolute no existence.
some become thorn
To protect the rose from being plucked.
some spread bitter
To arouse the spartan
who deserves to be remembered.
You are son of the universe,
daughter of the mother land.
Just like all trees and stars
who shade and fade.
yet have the potential
For the sky to invade.
With all pain that comes across
the feet leading should never stop.
Never get disdained, even for once
to be a shadow of the moon.
As the black is unfurled,
For the stars to be perennial.
This is autumn,
Prepare for more blood to shed.
But believe in your opulence,
For the spring is not yet dead.
There is a reason.
There's a reason why
people come into your life.
Just like leaf on a tree,
which change, as the seasons pass by.
Some stay mere
yet impose strong influence.
Some stay forever
With absolute no existence.
some become thorn
To protect the rose from being plucked.
some spread bitter
To arouse the spartan
who deserves to be remembered.
You are son of the universe,
daughter of the mother land.
Just like all trees and stars
who shade and fade.
yet have the potential
For the sky to invade.
With all pain that comes across
the feet leading should never stop.
Never get disdained, even for once
to be a shadow of the moon.
As the black is unfurled,
For the stars to be perennial.
This is autumn,
Prepare for more blood to shed.
But believe in your opulence,
For the spring is not yet dead.
#review #yourreview #sm #i’mABrokenMan
I’m a broken man
don’t know who to trust.
Being a broken man
allows you not to trust.
I’m a broken man
with lots of blood,
bleeding from the heart like a river.
Being a broken man
helps people raft on the red stream
And they don’t give a damn, whether you die in shiver
The moon is the only friend
who acknowledges my tears.
Stars, like a bodyguard
help me fight out my fears.
But sun, sometimes behaves as a foe
for his rays of light,
focuses me to reach my actual height.
Nevertheless, I’m a broken man.
Broken down piece by piece
by the sword, of the goddess of beauty
sharpened up with innocence, cunning ferocity.
Never even cared, if I’m happy or sad,
wouldn’t even matter if I’m alive or dead.
I’m a broken man,
who knows how to fix the glasses.
But, being a broken man,
There comes a why.
Why even bother , rebuilding it.
Everything broken down into bits and pieces.
And so am I.
I’m a broken man
don’t know who to trust.
Being a broken man
allows you not to trust.
I’m a broken man
with lots of blood,
bleeding from the heart like a river.
Being a broken man
helps people raft on the red stream
And they don’t give a damn, whether you die in shiver
The moon is the only friend
who acknowledges my tears.
Stars, like a bodyguard
help me fight out my fears.
But sun, sometimes behaves as a foe
for his rays of light,
focuses me to reach my actual height.
Nevertheless, I’m a broken man.
Broken down piece by piece
by the sword, of the goddess of beauty
sharpened up with innocence, cunning ferocity.
Never even cared, if I’m happy or sad,
wouldn’t even matter if I’m alive or dead.
I’m a broken man,
who knows how to fix the glasses.
But, being a broken man,
There comes a why.
Why even bother , rebuilding it.
Everything broken down into bits and pieces.
And so am I.