It’s about how it feels



It’s not about whether it’s wrong or right,
It’s about how it feels,
I know we only have tonight,
So embrace me till all my pain heals.

I don’t care to do the right thing
Because I know loving you is wrong,
You said, “this has never been a meaningless fling, the fire that burns in my heart will forever live on.”

Just go back to your wife
The one you don’t even love,
Because I know in this life,
You I can never have.
                              Eye candy

So, what did you understand from the poem and who do you think is the persona here? Like it? Let me know, I love hearing your thoughts.

The Lonely Poet


drowning girl

Her beautifully broken words, made tears fall from crowds

She thought that she could heal, stop the pain that she feels.


A broken heart can be fixed,

But a soul, it becomes sick, not even with a kiss,

It’s redemption becomes jinxed.


So she kept on saving others,

Even though they were not her brothers,

They found solace in her words,

As she drowned with her demons in the floods.

With love,

Eye Candy

I can’t drown my demons



I can’t drown my demons
They know how to swim.
They lurk in the shadows
To the very core of my soul.

It’s dark inside
And I’m drowning with each breath,
I don’t want you to love me
I just want you to save me.

I’m a girl made of darkness
No light within,
But you can’t see my sadness
Nor the lie that I’m living.

Maybe I don’t want to be rescued
Or better yet to be loved,
Because the only love I know
Is the pain of the life I own.
                            Eye Candy.

Beautifully broken



She broke a little each day, leaving the pieces with everyone she met

She broke so quietly, the pieces

Never making a sound, as they fell on the floor

Leaving parts of herself behind, trailing in her wake

Nobody even knew she was broken

But you knew, didn’t you?

The moment you looked into her eyes, so sad and haunted

You knew how beautifully broken she was

You knew, for you were broken too

Instead of gluing her pieces together, you seeped

Into her soul, until your jagged edges

Fit perfectly with hers, and together you became whole

She was beautifully broken, and so were you.

-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

Origin: literatureismyporn