I once met a beauty
Her skin smoother than a Marshmello beat
Her gaze.. twice awe striking than a Martin Garrix sound
Her voice sweeter than a Chainsmokers’ Melody
Her words.. cryptic.. a twenty one pilots song?
Her look.. intoxicating, something like a XYLØ tune
Her eyes.. some Kygo sensation
And when I woke next morn’
I was afraid I loved music too much it gave me queer dreams.
Whenever she hurt me, I never held back; I cried and hated myself for every bit of it. But I preferred that the tears don’t roll down my cheeks. I’d rather they ripple backward. I’d rather they flow inward and rain on my heart, drop by drop, heartbeat after heaetbeat. The tune of the showers and the reverberations would make worthy music, I knew..so I reserved each of the symphonies, to make the beat for my next love song, to make the rythm for my next love story.
I’ve once heard that giving wasn’t necessarily receiving.
Too bad I gave you all I had,
In the hope that you’ll love me back someday.
I’ve once heard that loving is a learning process.
Too bad you found some subjects too hard,
Too hard for even a try, a try……
Too bad for the ‘us’
The ‘us’ I saw all night and day.
Too bad for the dreams,
The dreams in which you played main character all season.
Too bad for the fantasies,
That never were to be a reality.
Learning to consider you a lost conquest,
Might grant me a life, longer
Longer than one spent waiting for apples under a mango tree
Sages and tales of men forlon,
To uncaring ears are told not,
For it matters into whose; some words are spoke.
And it shatters that to whose; sentiments should flow,
Words, in sense make little or nought..
He faught for the affection she loved to fight
She thought of the love he showed by night
And that was two, caught, in hoping what lay at the end was light.
Arms stretched out
Hopes were high
Thoughts came in myriads
Round he spun,
Grew resonate with every turn.
Arms stretched out
The end was nigh
Palms brushed in thousands
Proposals in rolls.
He grasped none,
He was falling for one.
Arms pulled back
Eyes trained on one
Fantasies flowed in torrents
Feelings in showers.
Love had brewed,
Flames were lit, felt good.
Arm stretched out
Breath held like none
Heartbeats in currents
Approaching her towers.
He opened his heart,
Hoped her hand to hold, hoped her heart to have.
Is like a beautiful Melody
Only the lyrics are messed up.