For all the heartbroken souls, for all the beings who cherish life and its little things....
For everyone who has fallen in love - truly, and deeply...

A poem for the heartbroken to rejoice in the pain and to know that there are many alike in this little blue planet...
A poem for the ones that find the tiniest things in life to be the greatest happiness ever...

This is my gift to you all - Poemheart

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Forgive me...

Please forgive me... for the day we became friends
Cz I never knew how this ends
Please forgive me... for the minutes we got closer
In the end I emerged the loser
Please forgive me.. for holding your hand
Wished I’d chance to hold it at a ball so grand
Please forgive me... for spending the whole day with you
Cz it was the only thing my heart wanted to do
Please forgive me... for the long drive
The longer I stayed with you the longer I felt alive
Please forgive me... for all the sms i sent you
I know I’ve disturbed you so much I had no clue
Please forgive me... for hearing your voice on the phone
Just my ways of trying to feel not so alone
Please forgive me... for making promises for the next life
At least then I thought I could call you my wife
Please forgive me... for calling you my oxygen
Cz without you I will have no ignition
Please forgive me... for kissing you infinitely
The first was a moment of enlightenment definitely
Please forgive me... for hugging you tightly
I wished I never had to let go so quickly
Please forgive me... for messing up your hair
Running my fingers through them and feeling the air
Please forgive me... for loving you so much
there ain’t no one else in the world as such……

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Sunday, May 6, 2012


Weakened with failure and despair;
eyes blinded with my own hair,
covered in the muck of rejection;
should’ve seen this in the inception.

Cold to the bone are the thoughts that remain,
bruised and battered never to regain,
in a bottomless chasm ever so deep,
where no one can hear my lonely weep.

As the sands of time cover up the trail,
to this slow death there seems no avail,
and it is the most painful of all,
to die from within but live out tall.

A minute you spent on my behalf,
seems an eternity when with you I laugh;
but I cannot hope when I expect nothing,
and I’ve released myself to give everything.

With the last bit of will here I stand,
like a withered leaf on the desert sand,
being blown away by your sweet breath,
comforts me even at the gates of death.