I sit here thinking about you
The way your hand found mine
the tenderness of your touch
Your whispers that tickle my ears
...
When I look up at the skies,
I see your smiling face.
Every cloud is dancing with grace,
All my sadness suddenly vanished
...
When I say I love you, what I mean is that
thank you for being there.
When I say I love you, what I mean is that
I still miss you every second.
...
She's so pretty there's no doubt.
I stare at her every night
in awe with a speechless mouth.
Just seeing a short glimpse
...
'Til now, I still remember
from the day you said
you would always be there.
And you know how much
...
I still remember the day...
the day you look me straight in the eye
staring at those lips that spoke all the lies.
'Forever I'll be with you', you say,
...
I didn't fall in love with you because I needed you
or that I wanted someone to love
or because I needed you to make me feel happy.
I fell in love with you because because
...
Too many chances you waste,
Pushing the spark that didn't exist.
Trying to mend the heartache,
Of the restless heart that you break.
...
Angel Dela Cruz occasionally writes poems and quotes mostly about heartaches and sadness even though she didn't experience it first-hand. She has some unpublished short stories. She loves to read dark, engrossing, and suspenseful plot-driven stories. She also idolizes Stephen King's work. She's quite weird actually. HAHA Despite the fact that she cannot still decide what to do about her life, Angel soon found she preferred making up her own stories-- complete with happy endings and maybe tragic ones. To learn more about Angel, here are some of the platforms to reach her: Email: [email protected] Instagram: ayem_angel2002 Twitter: adm_wilde Facebook: Angel DelaCruz)
Loving You Is A Losing Game
I sit here thinking about you
The way your hand found mine
the tenderness of your touch
Your whispers that tickle my ears
are the things that I longed
all these years
Stunned at the moment when
you fall out of love.
Down on my bended knee,
I begged for you to stay.
But you did leave without hesitations
leaving me there full of questions.
At night, I'm still wondering
of why you're still not calling
but the reality struck me
reminding me that you no longer
belong to me. I won't give up
even though it hurts so much.
I lost myself when I lost you
but I've nothing to do because you're now with
someone new.
I thought that we'd last forever
and that we'll gonna do extraordinary
things together.
I want you forever, even though
we're no longer together.
I may be out of my mind, but whatever.
Living life without you feels sucks at first.
Knowing that there's no one I can turn to
seems like a curse.
It hurts to remember how close
we were back then.
I wish we could someday do it all again.
For him to quit life and call it Happiness, and shockingly, he said not to grieve. He find a solution to end his suffering, and that was quitting. Because he believes that staying will mean worse than your death.
If you read my mind, you'll finally see That all I want to say is 'Marry me'.
I could hear his pulse rushing against my ears, the way the sea does in the shell.
Suffer in private Cry in private Heal in private but Smile in public 😃
Stop begging for love! If someone doesn't willingly give you these things, with their wide arms open, they aren't worth it. Begging is demanding and undignified. You should never have to ask to feel wanted.
Tell the people you love that you love them. Don't assume they know. Check on people often. They could be struggling alone. Never stop being kind. Even the world isn't being kind to you.
The moon and the stars are the things that remind me of you. You were able to make me feel into something new.
Maybe satan himself got tired of waiting for human beings to eat each other up and let the former magical earth rot into nothingness.
She gives us pain when we needed relief. When we needed her comfort, she gave us guilt. When we needed her, she left us to grieve.
We're in love... Right down to the splashing in the surf and the running hand-in-hand through the golden meadows at twilight.
Sire, death is the only thing left to respect. All else in this world can be questioned, but death is the truth.
we always expect the worst and still, we are able to laugh.
I am stronger than anxiety, and I am bolder than loneliness, and with that, nothing will ever deplete me.
He's so funny and sharp. and charming. By the end, you can hardly bear to be without him.
If you know you were going to die young, would you have spent as much time studying, mate?
She flew into his arms, holding his heart close to hers until they beat together in the same rhythm.
He needs you to go first, ... to show that he's worthy of love before he'll be able to act like it.
But life doesn't always scatter roses at your feet, does it?
Jackstones teach us how to make use of our time as efficiently as possible. To do what needs to be done before the center of the Earth demands that you give it back it's ball.
I'm scared the truth might actually be more painful than my imagination.