and if i could write for, one last time

and if i could write for,
one last time
i’d write, so as to tell
that girl
that oh, i stumbled upon
around here
as to how much really
did i want to
paint myself
in her exquisite eyes

and if i could write for,
one last time
i’d write about
giving the biggest hug
to that girl
who oh, just so heartbreakingly wrote
about her crying
herself to sleep
on a night,
wherein
all that she needed
was to be held

and if i could write for,
one last time
i’d write,
so as to tell
that girl
who oh was shamed
for having big breasts
as to how
she was perfect
just the way she is

and if i could write for,
one last time
i’d write,
so as to tell
that girl
who oh believed herself
to be useless
that oh she isn’t
and
that oh she can


the first stanza,

talks about a girl, that i read around here, who had the prettiest eyes, that oh, i had ever seen, such that i couldn’t help but dream of painting myself within them.

the second stanza,

talks about a girl, who oh shared parts to her, that were just so heartbreaking, that after having read her, all that i wanted to do, was to give her a big hug.

the third stanza,

talks about a girl, who shared as to how she was shamed and called names, just because she had big breasts, such that she began to hate them, wanting to change, knowing not that oh she was perfect, just the way she is.

the fourth stanza,

talks about a girl, who wrote as to how she thought of her to be absolutely useless, when oh she just wasn’t.

with love.

and oh, i wept (1/2)

this numb heart of mine,
couldn’t help but tear up,
as he read this girl,
while she talked about the day,
she lost her dad.

oh, tell me,
how do you console someone,
who lost her everything?

how do i dare tell her
that it’ll be alright,
when the one,
that she continues to love so dearly
has already departed?

is there anything, really
that oh, i can do
to make her feel better
even when time itself
fails to wholly extinguish
the pain of losing
a loved one

oh, how when she wrote;

No matter how much I cried to him, how much I screamed, how lovingly I called him back, my father did not wake up.”

my heart sank
and oh,
i could no longer resist,
the tears
within my eyes

oh, i wept

i wept
as if it were i
who lost whom he loved the most

i wept
as if it were i who called out to his beloved
while he lay there
lifeless

oh, i wept
for her pain, had really become mine

tell me,
just what do you do,
to lighten the pain,
that she’s slowly drowning herself in
as she revisits every memory of him

tell me,
what do you do
to help make her smile

when
every corner of her house
smells of a presence
that oh now lies
in ashes

tell me, just what is it
that oh, i should do
such that she doesn’t feel the way
that she does

just what is it????


hoping against hope

and if you want to make it in life
begin this lonely journey
with a simple belief
upon yourself

that oh, you can
and that you’ll.


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with love.

🖤

hold my hand, tight; my love

just the way


i held your smile
with that of mine


and you can also read this on youtube, by clicking here!

with love.