What was it?

Clasping hands of miseries.

Breaking  every single moment.

Crumbling my world lies.

Assurances seem so hollow.

Trust rests on the facaded soul.

His identity undisclosed yet a belief lingers.

Lies pile up and logic wanders.

Was i ever his or it was just customary?

I was in love but

What was it from him?

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Spilling on the pure white paper.
Engulfing the light,
it ran through the quill.
It sang of misery and of love;
 Shaping songs of silence
and ballads pranced in plenty.
Conspiring with each letter.
Pouring secrets in blithe.
Realization stood upon,
through those dark curves.
Painted in black.

A rose

Through the dark meadows she walked.
Poised in grace she stood.
Her shimmering white skin,
bathing in moonlight.
Dipped in pain her body,
transformation seeped in each pore.
Her whole being blooming with a rush.
Bosom covered with green leaves.
Sepals hiding the plane belly.
Blossoming and throbbing with red,
her svelte body redefined.
As at last the petals arrived,
shaping with intricate detailing,
covered her from beneath.
She now glowed in pleasure,
now that the pain had surpassed.
Making her a unique red rose,
in the kingdom of love,
for the first time,
devoid of thorns..

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Deviantart:Rose by ~Tita-Kit

Life in standstill

I look from here it seems so long.

Back or front everything conflicts.

Rising from the ashes the past engulfs.

Calling from ahead the future awaits.

In the dilemma of choosing ;

to go back or move in front,

life experiences a standstill..

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