|| Adjective || Remember when I told you my family wasn't home to me and you smiled that captivating smile of yours and told me you could be my home? I never got to reach home. - a.h.
I kept telling myself it was going to turn out okay, or that it was justifiable to leave me hanging. That's when I realised despite what others told me, I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly. - a.h.
Missing you was like Pumping my legs into overdrive Feel my muscles ache Just so I can feel alive Then drink myself Into a state of deject So that I can ask myself why I'm not dead yet - a.h.
I tried to recreate the notes I hear whenever I'm with you But nothing ever comes close To when you came to my rescue And although it was joyful music I wanted to play It came out all wrong Tunes that went astray Can you hear the beating of my grieving heart The heavy footsteps… Continue reading Song of Longing
3 months have passed ever since we stopped talking. Every once in a while I would let my mind wander back to when I still had you and let myself relish in the tingles and the rush that ran through my whole body. Never this strong, never was it this intense like it could consume… Continue reading One Last Time
You've built walls so high Your garden is deprived of light Where the birds used to perch Turned withered sorry plights You chase away those who come Knocking on your door of bolts Locked up in blankets of solitude Casting your thoughts into revolt Pray you find strength To let the sun kiss your cheeks… Continue reading Defense Mechanism
Tonight I dreamt of you again, heard the sound of your laughter ring through my body and the smile of your lips take control of me. So much have changed but this, this has not changed a single bit. I want to let you go, but I still yearn to touch you and hear your… Continue reading Always and Even More
Come on board Onto my small brittle scow I'll love you like mere mortals worship heavens As long as the beating of my heart allows - a.h.
|| Noun || I used to exist in pictures like permanent tattoos ---- at least that was what I thought. But I was just a stain which like a dirty linen, you washed off disgustedly. And though I burned the photograph of you and me into ashes, then into dust which scattered with heaven's sighs,… Continue reading Photographs
|| Adjective || We are majestic sunsets and fiery fires, which for a moment lighted up the whole world before turning into pitch black night. We are seasons that come and go, in which those who pass by dwell and stand in awe before it disappears. And much like the living beings on Earth we… Continue reading Fundamentals