“Memories frozen and denied Flowers of my heart withered and dried.”

You color my world even when I’m feeling blue.

I still got your number saved in my phone And I only ever think of it when I’m alone.

When I wake up, I begin my search for you.

Rain on a river, falling into the midst Rising like a flooded street.

Can’t find my soul in my eyes Must’ve been drowned out by night cries.

You were my sunshine on all my rainy days.

There was a time when I worshipped the ground you walk on.

Did you ever love me? The way that I love you.

I am waiting for the day, To find someone come and rescues me.

A soulmate who wasn’t meant to be.

Dark, is my home; Spark, what I crave for.

Everything ceases to fade Leaving my soul all the pain.

I’m wasting my time, Wishing you could be mine.

Too blessed to be worried , Don’t need the feeling of regret.

If I stay here, Would I get myself back?

Expectations are the reason that you’re broken and that’s true.

It’s hard to breathe when she is not around.

The relationship you have with yourself affects all the others.

When they break you; collect your broken pieces & bloom elsewhere. For you’re a flower in the land of those who love you.

I hope you find someone, who pours love like rain during monsoon, onto all broken parts of you.

The world kept breaking you and here you are- still soft, still loving, how strong of you to maintain your magic in a world where everyone loses their essence.

If your heart is broken it doesn’t mean it can’t love again.

How is it that we mourn the shattered pieces of the love we willingly broke?

Does anything at all make any sense? No offense! Is everything real or just a lens of pretense? Anyway, I feel that this moment is dying and now I’m done wrying and trying.