vareesha12
She is like a cactus,
Unable to reach to her,
Without being hurt,
Without reaching the pricks that she builds,
The walls that are made to push,
Push out,
But maybe,
Maybe,
If you retreat, only to come back again,
You will be able to reach something else,
Reach a core,
And maybe, if you stay,
She won't have to have these walls, they don't have to remain.
I could not think,
Not here,
Not anywhere,
Trying to find a sanctuary,
And I did,
To the building so calm and so quiet,
I could be free of mind,
Reach a sort of enlightenment,
As I settle in with ease,
Taking a new journey,
Carving a new path,
I only wish you would have joined me.
Mixing the paint,
Finding the canvas to fill,
Sprinkling color everywhere,
To dazzle,
To provoke,
But instead stern discipline is forced,
Follow, act,
Slow, steady, slowly,
Perhaps it is just not my way.
As the sun sets and the moon rises
You shine brighter than the stars in the skies,
As you walk down the lane of promise,
I can't help but sigh,
This beauty, unmatched,
Is mine, for now and for forever,
The wonder in this!
Red roses, red lips,
Your smile that reaches your eyes,
And with your hand with my hand,
We are eternally intertwined.
Reaching to what I thought would save me,
Because I knew it was the only thing that could reverse,
The effects of absence,
Withdrawal without intention,
Yet even as I return to the addiction,
I know I need to escape,
To be the one to leave my dependency,
Or else I'll be stuck in this spiral forever.
I want the world out my window,
With steel skyscrapers that diamonds cannot outshine,
Lush green willows under trees,
A ferris wheel by the hill,
Canals and boats,
Water so blue,
Sun so bright,
A life so light,
I cannot accept anything else as right.
The twinkling of the history,
Hinted across the black canvas of night,
Promising to fulfill the ends of all hopes and desires,
But you are wishing to the past,
To the bright lights that no longer shine right,
Putting faith into something so gone that you would not notice disappearance,
And then you cry and say it's unfair,
That everything you ever wanted did not show up,
Sent from the stars,
I can only shake my head with disdain,
For you were weak enough to believe in something nonexistent in the first place.
If there was a door of me,
I thought it was best to leave it be,
To let the wind come as it pleased,
And make the best of the visitors it brought,
Yet now I am closing the door,
Because I am done,
I don't want any more,
This is too much,
And I can't take it,
So if you come to visit,
Don't expect me to answer,
Leave, because that would be the best thing.
For not listening to my own words, this is what I get,
All this punishment from ignoring the lips that spoke the truth,
Stuck in a cycle that gets worse and worse, never better,
So what is there to do?
When one step forward is two steps back?
Better to fall in something so much clearer,
As I try to escape my own downfall.
Revolving around one idea,
One thought,
One breath,
That everything can count on this,
The creation of this,
The existence of this,
All moving, spinning,
Trying to understand how could something could be so,
That if the middle were to fall,
The world would too.
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