I am sorry, So sorry that I changed, That I refused to be caged, Confined in that cage you called love, A love that we both know you tainted.
By Muhammad iqbal3 years ago in Poets
Through the crumbling ruins and holy shrines of the memories , lost in sands of time , that midnight invites into my every single,
Freedom Dream without, and get me out to the morning light. Dream without, and let me reach the twilight. Dream without, and let me kiss the sun and the moon.
A sad sunset When the moon light has overpowered you, youβre trying to hide, deep in the oceans, the sky changes red to orange from blue,
Their Heartbeat This overwhelming emotion, Appearing once they're not distracted, Consuming their thoughts, Feeding fables of darkness and fairytales,
It's hard now and then to say precisely what I'm worth. Now and again much harder managing the hurt. To feel like nobody's there during all my torment.
I'm tired of dreaming. I'm through with trying. Tired of living, yet scared of dying. Maybe things are good for you,
LAMENT OF LOVE She was a Devil, and he belonged to heaven. Her heart burned with hatred, and his actions were cared. She was a weapon to kill and he was the form of life.
We used to talk like crazy as if there is no tomorrow. About every laughter of joy and tear drops of sorrow. Your head on my shoulder and fingers between mine,
He carries his responsibilities, He shapes your personality, He loves you till eternity. He may have a hard exterior, But we all know his heart is superior,
We would climb the most noteworthy hill, from that point to look and descend: the sea was performing; we contributed our trip.
I was furious with my companion; I told my fury, my anger finished. I was irate with my enemy: I disclosed to it's anything but, my fierceness developed.