Immortal belongings

We all mess things up and run away, From our feelings and emotions We shut the door, lock it tight and throw away the key And hope somebody gets the key To free us from our own restraint The key gets undiscovered So does the person locked inside the door Unreachable, unapproachable and helpless Finally gets locked into a six feet box And buried forever in dark The person never gets to the light When it's already ended we still hope we had open doors.

Every lonely night I imagine, what our love could have been??? It could have been a healing medicine, A never ending classic love story, Eternal joy, A Soothing Music, Two atom particles dancing among the stars, Two hearts entwined as one, Two souls fighting to fit as one, Two people loving each other as one, But, you ended up being the worst decision of my life....

We litter, We pollute, We dig, We suck all the water from you, We build concrete caves on you, We inject chemicals in you, We burn you, We kill your sacred soul, We kill all our fellow survivors, We cavemen think only the fittest could survive. And here we are, building our own graves in different sizes.....

Love , a billion Butterflies in Stomach, What could it be? A Feeling? A Emotion? Or just Love... Deeply drenched in thoughts, Imagining what could love do? Create Peace? Create Harmony? Or just Humanity... Finally, Who would fall in love? A Fool? A Genius? Or just Two Hearts...

The way you look at me, Makes me uncomfortable, You give me deep scars. Your eyes are like those lightening bolts, Which will burn me into ashes . I don't want to be noticed , In case you think this way, Get your thoughts alinged , You are giving me a bad day!

A paper, with lines running over Like a sea full of emotions Still as light as a feather Which flies along the wind But what can a lonely paper hold? A paper, it holds Pain ...