This is my take on love,it came to me about two years ago,then it was just a phrase,i came up with the poem later on.:)I hope anda like it,please Review it.Critisism is welcome-but no Flames pls.thanks bye!
Love Is A Tortured Soul
cinta is a tortured soul.
Drenched in the bearing of it’s kind, and the lost.
For it gets lost quite easily; it’s naïve and foolish-desperate.
cinta is a tortured soul.
It’s always there, waiting for anda to find it in it’s dark dim home, longing for another of it’s kind to relate and confide to.
They come sometimes, atau so it thinks.
It’s always being teased oleh the light.
From within itself and outside, it doesn’t know what to believe.
It is tortured, such a horrid soul.
The light comes, it was so bright at first, too bright for the counterpart to handle-they broke.
There were other lights yes ,but they just glow, and were faintly shown.
The cold wind away blown them away.
This poor jantung cried and sighted it wasn’t her fault, though she couldn’t understand why.
cinta is a tortured soul.
It hasn’t bleed yet, it won’t get to that point.
Just emotional, unseen damage-straight from the heart.
Finally, some say and she was happy, if only for awhile.
Then the tortured soul saw the light.
There was nothing special about it, except it stayed ,that was special, that is special.
The jantung is a joyful soul, no longer tortured.
It has found a home, aman, brankas and warm. It will never cry alone again.
cinta is a tortured soul with a unique halaman awal in the end.
Love Is A Tortured Soul
cinta is a tortured soul.
Drenched in the bearing of it’s kind, and the lost.
For it gets lost quite easily; it’s naïve and foolish-desperate.
cinta is a tortured soul.
It’s always there, waiting for anda to find it in it’s dark dim home, longing for another of it’s kind to relate and confide to.
They come sometimes, atau so it thinks.
It’s always being teased oleh the light.
From within itself and outside, it doesn’t know what to believe.
It is tortured, such a horrid soul.
The light comes, it was so bright at first, too bright for the counterpart to handle-they broke.
There were other lights yes ,but they just glow, and were faintly shown.
The cold wind away blown them away.
This poor jantung cried and sighted it wasn’t her fault, though she couldn’t understand why.
cinta is a tortured soul.
It hasn’t bleed yet, it won’t get to that point.
Just emotional, unseen damage-straight from the heart.
Finally, some say and she was happy, if only for awhile.
Then the tortured soul saw the light.
There was nothing special about it, except it stayed ,that was special, that is special.
The jantung is a joyful soul, no longer tortured.
It has found a home, aman, brankas and warm. It will never cry alone again.
cinta is a tortured soul with a unique halaman awal in the end.
What If???
What If I say I cinta you?
What will your reaction be?
Will anda say anda cinta me back?
atau there’s only friendship,
Between anda and me?
What if I say I give anda the moon?
The sky, the stars,
The earth, Neptune, Jupiter
Venus, Mercury and Mars
What if I give anda a galaxy?
With beautiful wonders, such as you
What if I give anda that?
Will anda say anda cinta me too?
What if I say I go to you?
Even if you’re in the other side of the world
I go anywhere, anytime
Even if I’m ninety years-old
I would menyeberang, salib the galaxy again and again
Just to know anda cinta me back
That’s the most pure truth
And for me, huge fact
Maybe anda don’t cinta me
And anda just want to be my friend
But we’ll both see
What I’ll be in the end
Sephisis AKA Vitor Martins
