It’s deceiving. Oxymoronic in the most ironic way. So much self-love and insecurities at play. “I can’t tell her I love her in case she turns me away, But she must love this flawless perfection anyway.” So which is it? Where do I fit, In this tug of war between your feelings and fears? All… Continue reading Why I Hate Ego
I write to tell you this ins’t love.
I’m not falling, just lonely,
Playing selfish with your heart.
I’ll use your warm smile for a sip of my comfort,
Your flattery and checkmates, a dominating art.
Fill me up. Fill it up.
This lonely heart.
The lamp lit the room, it lightened the shade. The flower brightened it up with colour, unpaid. The sparks gave the room that extra glow, while the candles just shimmered to and fro. The conversation added that extra spark. Girl and boy talking in the dark.
Daggers dart out of the skies, Blades batter the trees. Fire spreads like hatred, Icicles slice like jealousy. Gunmen fire their pistols Angels whip their leashe. Each has a target, and they’re all aiming at me. My head was low, my body hung, I saw their aim, I read their thoughts, I geared myself up… Continue reading Precious Stones