Come in I'll show you
a glimpse of my soul,
a glimpse of my heart.
where it starts bleeding,
where wounds become scars,
and where I hide my feelings.
come in, I I'll show you my wars,
I'll show you my mind.
It's a very dark place,
I'll show you where
the poems are made.
It's a very numb,
empty, and lost space.
come in and I'll show you
what I've become
too broken for many,
yet loved by some.-
She wasn't just nice
words to write about.
she wasn't the moon,
nor she was the sun.
neither a poetic mess,
nor a beautiful disaster.
she was more, much more,
a full package of imperfections,
with a touch of perfection.
despite what she's been through.
despite her past, her pain,
she was all about loving herself.
all about her soul, her heart,
that was too deep to explore.
Oh! This woman wasn't meant to be just words,
she was meant to be felt.
pure, beautiful ,mysterious .
SHE'S THE UNIVERSE IN A POEM.-
She laughs and smiles
calms souls, heals hearts.
words in the form of art.
the power of a woman
put in words,in a letter.
her love lasts forever.
freedom in her eyes,
endless like the skies.
her laugh is where the angels rise,
the smile is the closest to paradise.-
her smile was the
most beautiful way
of showing the power
of her kindness.
any moment of pain,
each drop of rain,
was followed by a smile,
she knew that eventually
clouds are left behind.
the sun would again,shine.
she would again smile.
if she is anything,
let her be art
in all her shades of kind,
for she is a rainbow of a soul
with the most colorful mind.-
She could be both,
The peace in the morning
or the madness of the night,
you could see it in her smile
or hear it in the laughter ,
but the stories were told
by the eyes because
in between the
laugh and smile,
the colors changed
from dark to hazel
from tea to coffee;
like from getting off
that hangover to getting
forever drunk,but sober!-
There is this story
about the sun and moon,
that one is cold and hurting,
and the other one is in pain,burning.
And once in a while they meet,
but never as near to call it love,
so we call it a eclipse instead,
where they almost collide,
and perhaps,they almost do.
But they never will,
and the saddest part
about these two is,
they never knew.
v e n t u m-
When Two Wrongs Make a Right
the curse you put on me
was my saving grace.
the troubles you sent my way
were tailored to teach me faith.
alchemy disguised as insanity
I couldn't have foreseen.
I had to be forsaken by my prophet
to be saved by my demons.-
Anger is an addiction to ego,
Love is a craving of the heart
Judging is an addiction to ego,
Accepting is the need of the heart
_Aaliya
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