Just when she began To dance in the wind And her soul began To fill in the scenes To the eyes that held Unfulfilled dreams. The curtains fell down And she was long forgotten In a whole dark world. Someone once claimed To love her boundless And that was her hope To go on endless. But now that she was lost, None looked her way. It was all bleak... The paradise she imagined Because of him... Now;hasn't time uncurtained The reality of those dreams? Leaving a scar never to be healed.
I never wanted to make anyone smile As much as I wanted to make you Your smile sometimes Rare Occasionally common Is most wonderful thing I can think of So smile please Laugh for me Your smile gave me feeling I can't put into words Like magnet to metal Your smile draws me in You taught me how to smile Your smile I hope it never lies The kind of smile That comes from deep within When you're not happy I hurt Curl my body so tight around yours Wrap you up inside of me Until you stop hurting I'm ready to take the sadness Right out of your lungs Your smile is so enchanting Infectious perfect How I'll go on living Without seeing your smile. @atticoftheheart
The sun showered flames of distant comfort. I stood by the greasing smell of burnt whispers. The knit basket contained Iris, smudged in the hope of believing again.
The day looked concerned about the delicacy of love. You tuned the rhythm of bravery, only to be kidnapped by the well of darkness.
Every corner of the mushed bed lead me to the rage of withholding. Timid blankets, sharp pillows, nostalgic nightstand, doomed clothes and beloved cigarette butts recited the harms caused by the worshiping in abandonment.
The day redefined how birds mourn for past deeds. You tried to hide the mess of agony, but shunned it at the pavement of loosened sustainability.
There are many ways to hail out the rigidity that smothered you. I chose the simple way to decay. The debris from your prolonged livelihood sinked in the harsh water. The rings of the sirens depicted the lucid cries of gathering sanity.
The day witnessed a crime of clenched existence. I wheeled the clocks of disturbance with my own plucked hands. Every single person behind the barrier of peace watched the drips of your sustainability flow through opaque spaces of my fingertips. No one preached the echoed voice of healing.
Mundane rituals of drifting were performed right in front of disappearing. The guest list was short yet deliberate enough to create noise of relief. The barren coffin healed a spirit of spilled wisdom. When my name was called, I yelp every bean of survival loaded in me. The tears on despicable faces were of apological deeds which didn't lay amongst the grid of solace I manifested.
The day seized memories of tiring liberty. The grave got dressed in the colour of withered Iris. I brushed my burnt fingertips on the glorifying tombstone of yours. The words glimmered the air with hollow affections. I kept reciting those words on my way to the pilgrim of forbidden norms. The letters still ring on every trespasser who convinced to breed them. The tombstone till now reads - "Death sees the beauty of a broken soul. It hums the whispers of blossomed tragedy. I once heard it through the reign of my beloved soulmate. I drift with the purpose of making it hear to all."
P. S.:- Inspired by the intense writing style of @bluebird