My image known to be this shy, quiet and introvert
But secretly I fell in love twice and fall once more
Why do I fall in and fall out of love? Why is it?
Is it wrong? Is it bad? Is it insane? Is it a sin?
Does love this powerful? Why is it? Why it conquers?
I'm brainwashed of this dilemma, is it meant or sin?
Is it a mistake to fall? Is it a destiny or God's will?
What purpose for? To learn? To what for unexplained?
I can't understand these confusing blossoming feelings
Developing, prospering, blossoming, growing, sparkling
I can't blame it so, the hearts flame a lightning
Roots grew deeper, stronger, sacred and becomes union
I fall out twice and I end up very saddening stories
But they all blossom a good and wonderful beginning
Hurtful, despair, betrayal, not crucial, scars and pains
I lost myself, being myself, I lost every puzzle of me
I never came back to the face and once was I
I'm scattered, shattered, broken, ruined, destroyed
I gave myself, my temple, my soul & all passion
But, I'm stricken, stabbed, killed, prickled, criticized
An endless weapons had tortured me to chess ground
I wish I never met you, much for best for us
I wished we just met once a while mingled
But, the sudden overflowing things out of me cries
The silence was the loudest and scariest cry
I felt of rejections which are tons that burdens me
One day faded and thought of revenging men around
I avenged for my precious soul and my golden sanity
The endless cry of this insanity in my mental self
My face was hot, heavenly, natural and innocent
But my heart turned stern, stoned, dark and cold
It became a wonderful city of ghouls of madness then
They thought I'm being genuine and going to commit
Good riddance they're stupid and felt how I've been
It's my lightest moments of my story yet such bloody
The wartime was a medieval time like a declared crusade
But in the final battle of struggling mindset of avoid and reject
A word, a sentence, a simple one, such lameness to hear
Golden, beautiful, ardent, heart melting, just so heavenly
He said, "I love you. I mean it. Like I do, all way back from beginning."
He said more: "Je t'aime, mon amour, mon chéri.."
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love poems
Poetryi'm inexpressive.. hear my heart soaring cries of the wolf.. want to read what's my mind saying? try to understand me. • these poems might be rhyme schemed, free-verses (depending as well in what kind of type of poetry style i want to make.) and i m...
