Yea, its morning, sun is overhead,
But I'm still under my blanket, cozy in bed,
My heart still pains, still can't forget,
Your voice yelling, echoes in my head.
I tell myself, this is last scuffle,
Then I melt like ice, break like bubble,
I hug my pillow and I cry,
My heart is a maim bird, can't fly,
And you are so ignorant,
You won't realize what I'm going through,
To know, I Hate that I love, and I love that I hate you.
You held me in your arms,
Then you crushed me,
I believed you won't leave,
Believed you won't hurt me.
Now alone I know, you left me empty,
Your promises were all lies,
How shallow you can be,
And there is nothing that I can do,
But I Hate that I Love,
And love that I hate you.
I don't need you anymore,
To soothe me of my nightmares,
I'm tired of waiting,
Now I've more of myself, to share, to dare,
And I tried, but just can't forgive you,
So I Hate that I Love, and I Love that I Hate you.
But I'm still under my blanket, cozy in bed,
My heart still pains, still can't forget,
Your voice yelling, echoes in my head.
I tell myself, this is last scuffle,
Then I melt like ice, break like bubble,
I hug my pillow and I cry,
My heart is a maim bird, can't fly,
And you are so ignorant,
You won't realize what I'm going through,
To know, I Hate that I love, and I love that I hate you.
You held me in your arms,
Then you crushed me,
I believed you won't leave,
Believed you won't hurt me.
Now alone I know, you left me empty,
Your promises were all lies,
How shallow you can be,
And there is nothing that I can do,
But I Hate that I Love,
And love that I hate you.
I don't need you anymore,
To soothe me of my nightmares,
I'm tired of waiting,
Now I've more of myself, to share, to dare,
And I tried, but just can't forgive you,
So I Hate that I Love, and I Love that I Hate you.
Beautiful creation. You're hurt- its clearly visible. you're alone- its evident. Now, you don't want her- its too evident. A hope that she will be back- remains unmentioned but silently desired.
ReplyDeleteOne of your more expressive and well drafted compositions. Touches some chords. Love it.
Thanks man. I'm glad you liked it. I think we share same chords somewhere. The best part of poem being, you can never really stop loving someone once you've loved him/her :-)
ReplyDeleteLove is when everything isn't ok and hurting,, but still want the same person over and over again ('o')
ReplyDeleteDear Reader,
ReplyDeleteThere is possibly no simple way to define love. I did try putting love in terms of words. But I think there is no way you can put feelings in words.