I can’t lay my head on my own shoulders,
but I wish I could,
’cause I’ve never laid my head on any other’s,
not that there was ever any one even…
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If it is a crack in the heart
that thou sought’s after
thou shall find
just as the good book tells
to seek, and thou shall surely find,
yet, I suffer myself to understand
if it is what it is, and if it is, but why?
’cause I love thee
just as a mirror loves to reflect thine beauty
and thou knowest how much I love thee
just as thou knoweth thine own name,
yet, why does thou suffer me
to crack thy heart,
when I myself know how it feels,
have been there,
and been mended by none other than thee,
if making each other happy is the route,
and love is the key to making our lives beautiful,
why does it seem as though thou chooses the right key,
but a different route?
what wrong have I brought thou,
and what hurt have I inflicted on thee?
does not thou know of it, the moment cupid shot me,
it was not with an arrow, but with thee?
And how I have been dead to others, and alive only to thy face,
thy words, thy hands, and thy smiles,
and when thou smilest not,
my heart dies within every minute of thou frowns,
for my heart’s purpose is to make the smile,
and at least be filled with joy inside?
if thou knowest not, or thou doubts my own heart,
then know now for the thousandth time,
I love thee with all my heart, before now,
right now, and will continue to love thee forever,
and if there’s never been a time
where that which one seeks they never find,
us together is the time, and a crack is what our hearts will never know, not ever,
and rather than sought after cracks,
it would mean bring more joy to us, painters of our hearts,
to paint with colours, and make our hearts radiant,
and more beautiful with each and every day that comes than the day before…
Your smile
Is like a phone call to these cheeks of mine,
I see you smile,
and my heart answers…
A true smile
is like charms,
it works up not only the heart,
but also the mind,
and erases not only doubts in the past,
but also makes concrete your actions in now…
My heart is made of gold,
I’ve seen many come and go,
yet, I’m never broken,
but does that make me a hero?
no,
I’m just another boy,
another girl,
just like every other one
whose heart has been broken before
and still,
still never gives up…
I’m a melancholic
at mind
and a sanguine
at heart,
my thoughts are made of clouds,
and my feelings are mixtures of lights,
I’m a melancholic
at heart
and a sanguine
at mind,
my feelings are rooted in depths
mines could never reach,
and my thoughts are engraved in joy
that time could never paint with grief…
Sometimes,
writing fictions
gives me a world
to call mine,
but at other times,
writing reality
makes me let go of sadness
and find happiness
in this world that is already mine…
The morals of a man
defines his threshold of sanity
and how silent his conscience is,
and his principles,
they define not just how upright he stands at any particular time,
and how far he can sway or bend,
but also his willingness to accomplish anything he sets his mind to…
The mind holds the contents of the eyes,
just as the heart holds the core of a personality,
thus they usually tell more than mere truth
but even show what’s real and what’s not,
and although emotions should show the contents of ones experiences,
they rarely ever do
as sometimes,
they simply show the reverses
of what we’ve experienced,
and would not want to experience any more,
hence the fragility
of having anything rooted simply on emotions…
