Voices

Voices

She hears a voice of a man,
Persuasive he is,
Very much inhuman,
From the thoughts she cannot analyse.

To do things she should not,
Unthinkable actions,
Temporary mess,
Conclude judgement of the aught.

This void she hoarded,
Is getting deeper and alarming,
Her feelings felt disregarded,
The world seems to be daunting.

All she gave was love,
Though she received minimal return,
Her actions started to feel like a burden,
The light in her soul appeared to dissipate.

She sensed herself shutting inward,
Losing force in her voice,
Words began to blur and cannot be define,
No matter the talks- she will never be heard. -Ar.a

Reckoned

Reckoned

The adrenaline rush of a fling,
Is always fun and exciting,
Until one calls the drill,
Leaving the other on the hill.

Thought she was the one,
Until he saw her flaws,
Too much to bare,
Took one step out he leaves.

From everything to nothing,
In a split second,
Got her mind left wondering,
Was it all a game? She reckoned. -Ar.a

Cruel

Cruel

What a cruel thing to do?
To someone that loves you,
Who wants nothing of you,
But you to love her too.

Cruel weren’t you?
When you gives her hope,
To had her believe,
Every moment was true.

How cruel can you be?
By leading her on,
Bullying her innocence,
All that were left was a heart full of fawn.

If I had known your cruel intentions,
I would not lay my cards on the table,
To crossed all my boundaries,
For the love I ought to desire. -Ar.a

Damned

Damned

Too often I believe in words,
Such delicate turn of phrases,
Seldom I trust in actions,
Though effort measures intentions.

In reality I was just a foolish fool,
By being a devoted tool,
To had my heart broken by a boy,
Who just contemplate to destroy.

Damned the nights drown in tears,
A god forsaken sleep might be the cure,
In hope a little less despairs,
For a life that is secure. -Ar.a

Tell them

Tell them

She was rays of sunshine,
Full of light in her soul,
Wanting to believe in such love,
But he carved a deep hole.

He played with every heart strings,
Of a girl who wants nothing in return,
Except he to reciprocates,
To her undying yearn.

Tell them;
A story of the warmest girl,
That you turned cold-hearted,
By breaking her apart,
With no mercy of gnarl. -Ar.a

An Epilogue

An Epilogue

“What if along the road I will be gone?” He asked.

It doesn’t matter because we had now. That if later we are one. He decides he does not want it anyhow. I cannot be mad because we had our chance. We had our time and can’t change those. I reassured “it’s okay” as he feels he doesn’t want me anymore. I will be hurt without a doubt. But he already blessed me with memories.

Whether we make it or not, he will forever be someone who I will love dearly and would never take for granted. He showed me so much – he introduced me to me, he allowed me to be shy but he pushed me to be outgoing and vocal. He is as perfect as anyone will ever get in my life. Thank you, for teaching me how to live. I hope we make it, but if we don’t, I could never say a bad thing about you. -Ar.a