Something I found in my diary. Wanted to share it with everyone who visits here.
Words are nothing, merely a way to express what you see
And put into paper, for eternity to seal
My blog is my kingdom and words are my subjects
Bubbling laughter, craning necks to find one another
Holding hands, sheepish smiles
Mysterious glances, secretive secrets
Beautiful relationship, a friendship is
It is pure, only if true, and if it is sincere, what other need does one have but the other
To feed, to breathe, to cherish, to dance
Together, kindred spirits,
Instagram splashes, meme tags, and birthday posts and million ‘I love yous’
Is what it takes to be that one for the other
It doesnt end there either, cup cakes, giant photo collages, so many baked cakes and blowing candles together on birthdays
Making wishes to grow old, and be mothers and godmothers
Comfort in hugs, solace in calls, that one place to be
When the other is not
So many memories, so much pain
It seems it all slipped, like sand from my hands
Come what may, it cannot be repaired for what once lost
Cannot be found again.
Deep down there is a hole, seen it before, funny looking
It’s dark and empty, and so cold to touch
Destroys everything it beholds, so never go near it I have been told
Buts it’s inside, I am the hole, destruction is me
And so is the fate that I cradle away in my arms
With the burden of many destinies yet to change
To affect to the best of my ways,
For good or not, who can tell
But the hole grows bigger with every passing day
Sleep is locked away by the mere sins of the soul
Tormented nights, gear up and swallow me whole
What you see are the dark circles that I wear as ornaments, gifts of life
Little price to pay in exchange for a free heart.
Bear with the brunt, for its gone for too long
And if I see over the mountain tops, I see someone even below than where I stand
Deep in the valley of sorrows do their flowers grow
Damp, and dingy, they hang so low
The hole doesn’t feel as threatening as before
As I make my descent to help the pitiful shadows below
Care not for the dry breeze blowing outside
Care not for the inner battle with the conscience
Care for what you want to do
Slip away into the dreamland to undo
The magic spell of Oz himself
To carry you away with the twister to sleep
Worry not if the lids don’t close
Fret not if the dreams won’t come
Its only so much you can hope
Lay down your head and cross your bows
And slip into a slumber and forget your woes
My list is so long, and what I would do when I see you
Would I just stare or hold hands or maybe something else
To curb the loneliness I felt inside
When you were gone, I was my own anchor
Now would I want you to take it back or just hold on to it
Would you surrender to me or would I give in
It’s a long list to what I want to do
Hold on or let go.