We Are All Ordinary.We Are All Boring.We Are All Shy.We Are All Bold.We Are All Heroes.We Are All Villains.We Are All Helpless.We Are All Strongest. It Just Depends On The Day.???

You will never write enough
poems for them,
or diaries bearing their name,
weaving tales of love,
swirling your fingers in the air
to create cosmos with their touch.
Nor will you be able to speak poetry to someone who just doesn't read.**

#letterstous

~©Darkpit

She was not
the soft romance type
despite her rose lips
she don't like pink roses
but rather dark red roses
full of thorns
her love languaque
is not pink blush
But pain and red tears.
Because she is told
love isn't cute
rather painful
and she believes
the first feeling
that cheesy butterfly
in your stomach
is just promotion
(fake promotion ofc)
to go deep
Unless who would dive
to vermuda?
knowing its heart ache
Who would dive
To love?

I made you go,
But you wanted to stay
I forced myself to move on
And your memories to fade
But your words
They keep haunting me away
I am still revising them
Is it okay?

Love instead of hatred...

when they could have used
The silent cheap weapon
They prefered the expensive
To kill every human
Oh poor man
Without using a penny
Or thousands of dolars
For buying guns
Just a mere smile
Or heart felt hug
Was enough to kneel him down
It was just the single question
How are you doing for real
Just try to be concerned
Or a little bit worried
How the person is doing
Listen to his complain
Cheer him when he win
Then you killed him alive
Without blood spilling
Without air polluting
Without the deafening noise
Without saddening his face
Without crying eyes
With just using love
They could have give
sweetest death
But they cant do it at ease
Since it needs real passion
To be loving and kind
Since hatred is at hand
So instead
They are gonna use steel
fabricate clash and sniper
colt and gun powder
To eliminate people
Because love is harder
Harder than being killer

i want someone to love me gently but i don't think i'll ever be satisfied with a love that isn't all consuming

We rewarded ourselves for the chores we were supposed to do. And then the untouched chores scream on us for being undone. So the self-blame takes the throne in the afterwards...

I choose to love you in silence…
For in silence I find no rejection,
I choose to love you in loneliness…
For in loneliness no one owns you but me,
I choose to adore you from a distance…
For distance will shield me from pain,
I choose to kiss you in the wind…
For the wind is gentler than my lips,
I choose to hold you in my dreams…
For in my dreams, you have no end.
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                  ➣ @My_thought18

How much more do I have to lose to discover what truly belongs to me?

#oneliner

~©Darkpit