Happiness in Loneliness

by 𝓈𝓎 Dear love, I might not the one that you wished for Not even close Perhaps I'm the one that you wished  you could get away from But here I am now, Beside you, holding hands I put my head on your shoulder And you hug me warmly Isn't it confusing? You would spend your whole life with me someday Even though marriage is not my thing But if it's you that asked me for, Never in a million years I would deny it Dear love, We would make the best teammate that earth could have! You and I Are meant for each other Someday In the future I make this poem by myself While hoping that someday, Whoever you are, I would be your warm-sunny day yet would be your cold-rainy day either I'll forever be loving you

by 𝓈𝓎 Love, They said outside is insane Lunatic figures all around Liars laughed irresistably They said people will hurt you, by acts, or words Light, They clearly don't deserve you Lies and betrayals will twist you hard No one is worth your soul! They won't understand you either All because you're one of a kind Life, Close yourself deeply! Everyone shouldn't know Your pure heart, bright and tremendous kindness Unless they could cherish you undoubtedly Yet sweetheart, Choose someone special The one you've never be amazed Not because his flawless look or glamorous life But see what he values in you And thus, You're no longer trapped now, Lovely Dove

by 𝓈𝓎 How could you? Hurt me with all your attention Yet stabbing me behind my back Manipulate me with your beautiful lies How dare you? Ask me to keep you company But all you can do Is just tearing me apart I'm so done with you There'll be no longer "us" Not a wonderful ending Only scars left We will never be something or anything We're just... Memories that will never be complete I said that you'd always have my back That was my biggest mistake I could never forgive you I could never forgive myself either You wrecked me Harder than before Forgetting what I've done to you Like it was never happened

by 𝓈𝓎 I'm lost, drowning in my own thoughts Thinking it was the fairest Thus the fact, the demon controlled it, raped it I need a guide, the one who will show me To the light; the one I've never been amazed of, be touched by the heart of, be taught by the sincerity I learned, that I was trapped by the dark Guessing it was the brightest star They fooled me! Oh, why don't I realize it sooner? I keep wondering I have no words, yet I realized something, curiosity, That is what people always tell me! I built my own weapon Only to impress the eyes I'll try, to not betraying them this time, my most loved ones The God, Prophets,... They have balanced me, NO, not only me! ...all of us...

by Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

by Maya Angelou A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. The free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn and he names the sky his own But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on t