One blue sock

I found on my laundry that day,

It helped me remember everything we said.

It were the socks who help me realize who you were

as you wore clothes that were hers.

I smile as I stare down the cloth

It was the reason we never spoke

One blue sock, all it takes

to make some souls never see each other again.

The eyes,

showed me the brightest of the world

a mixture of colours

and a little sound for a touch

The world's beauty

lies in the eyes of the holder

from the sea to the sunsets everywhere

its like a kaleidoscope

a pattern of two

Where the beauty changes every time

the world moves.

if only he knew

how much his words effect people's heart,

would he still stop speaking again?

his words effect my heart

and his absence makes me devastated.

If only, my emotions were controlled,

oh! how i wished i stopped asking people

questioning and sending messages to revive my devastated heart,

only to find them going away from me.

my mind makes me feel bad but my heart's absence is due to him

even if it means to break my heart if he treats me with his absence

i would still yearn for his heartless heart which stole mine.

Dear ______,

I know this sounds clingy and shitty but I used to admire you. Like you. Thought you were always there for me .you gave 13 reasons nobody dared to. Those made me love you. I wished time was with us.

I like how you smiled whenever someone praised you

Like those sleepless nights we used to talk

Over months we grew closer

Vast our knowledge and love for one another

Every day you made me think about you

Days and nights I was there for you

You made me cry and laugh

Over and over again

Used me in the end

After all i am just some random person

Loving you for your flaws

Outside those busy nights

To just realize I loved you but we lost it

to say we lost again,

time as in endless bound

for our relations ended the day

we silenced our sound.

Can we go back to this quantity

we call time as we read,

for once a silent voice

cannot repeat.

The most common lie we ever would tell to children would be that after schooling your life is joyful. It isn't. Its a lie, because we know after passing out how difficult our life gets. Perhaps parents lie to save that little bundle of joy they own... or that little kid who was flowers and sunshine that their teen or child had. Maybe that's how it goes... Life is easy because you have a job, money, and can have get-togethers after work. Our world is a lie. Maybe, just maybe, parents do actually care to lie that the world is a easy place when it isn't.

(I don't mean to offend or attack any person our their, these are my thoughts and opinions)

Voice of mine hitched,

As i said i love you,

Loving you was not

Easy.

Nightless nights I spend,

Thinking about you when you say

I like you too.

Now my voice is muffed

Everything i do,

Should let you

Dat i love you?

Although i think it's the end as

You sing with her with a ring in your hands.

It's quiet unsettling,

How my mind could write,

Even when am not myself

It gives me a new life.

Oh of those people who live through me,

Of the life i wished i had with me.

My sadness is just a way of my world,

As my mind writes a poem,

A poetry or a verse.

Hence i live through my characters,

With tall and might,

As i sit on my chair

Having to see a depressed life.

Under the roof i know you were the one,

But we both know at the end it wasn't expected.

You saw me as a friend

And I saw you as a lover,

And when i confined about that,

You accepted.

I think you did to let me down later,

Because the next day you said,

You don't know me,

Even when you accepted my feelings,

I can feel your rejection,

As your once brown eyes,

Show the face of ignorance.