I search I search
For pieces of me that I’ve left
In places and people that brought me no good
Where promises of love were only falsehood.
I search I search
For the girl who believed in fairy tales
Who saw the good in people, to no avail.
I search I search
For the goodness of her heart
However, for her sanity to remain, her humanity had to depart.
I search I search
For her share of love,
Little did I know, love wasn’t written in her destiny, by the Gods above.
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Here is my take on today’s prompt: Jiggle
Like a dusty old book,
the one you haven’t given a second look.
That has been lying in cupboard,
the one you vaguely remember reading, but can’t recollect a word.
The one you forgot you had,
but now that you see it, it makes you a little sad.
Certain emotions, I was sure I’d never again feel,
But one look into your eyes, and my heart was yours to steal.
Maybe it was the way your curls covered your forehead,
Or the fact that the book of my heart, was tired of being unread.
But one warm embrace was all it took,
for you to reopen, this dusty old book.
You came along and jiggled
the pile where lay neatly stacked away emotions.
I can’t help but go wherever my heart takes,
Knowing very well, this story too, will end in heartbreak.
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Not just furious flames,
but a tiny spark is enough
to burn your world down.
Not just violent winds
even a soft breeze
can make you shiver.
Not just weapons,
words can tear you apart too.
Not just words,
silence can hurt your heart too.
Not just the ocean,
sorrow can drown you too.
Not just poison,
your thoughts can kill you too.
Not just the monsters under the bed,
but the ones in your head, can haunt you too.
Not just an apocalypse,
but sometimes love, is enough for destruction too.
Not just hate,
but apathy can be devastating too.
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In this river of solitude
Where happiness continues to elude
I cling, I cling to traces of bliss
As I reminisce about a smile playing on his lips.
When someone walks by that reminds me of him,
I try to avert my gaze, I can’t let him win.
But deep down I cling, I cling to the sensations
Trying to remember the texture of his skin.
When the pain is too much to bear,
I pretend to not care
But deep down I cling, I cling,
to memories of what we used to be.
Hello there! This is my first entry for the Monday Morning Melts prompt.
This week’s prompt was –
PROMPT: The Script – Never Seen Anything “Quite Like You”
When it’s right it’s more than right
Cause you feel it more than feel
I could take this moment now
Right into the grave with me
One winter evening, I saw a snowflake fall
Memories of you came rushing back,
first a few, then all.
The almost half-dimple on your cheek
Your smile that made my knees go weak.
The way your hair looked brown
only in the sunlight
The way your eyes sparkled with light
The way you brushed away your hair,
There was something about you, just this air.
The snowflake was unique, nothing like another
But just like you, I knew I’d never see it again
after a change in weather.
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As the white snow covered the ground underneath,
The weight of memories comes crashing down,
I find it hard to breathe.
The twinkling lights were too bright,
But the darkness dominated the night.
The warmth of the coco
could not warm your cold heart,
Even my love’s passion failed to do its part.
You murmur as you shove aside the mistletoe,
‘A kiss can make you fall in love,
And I have no emotions, don’t you know?’
As the laughter fills the air,
There is only one thing for which I care.
To hold you tight once again,
Ah! The holidays bring too much pain.
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Crumpled pieces of paper
lie in the corner,
Poetry I wrote for you,
What a waste, if only I knew.
What’s worse is my crumpled heart,
Broken promises and a friendship that fell apart.
As I burnt myself in love’s destructive fire,
Consumed by pain, longing, and desire
You whiled away in your palace of apathy,
The notion that you had human emotions, was a fallacy.
The heart-wrenching pain has finally subsided
A dull ache remains, of a love unrequited.
The butterflies I got on seeing you, have finally died
Darling, finally I’ve discovered, love, will never suffice.
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