(Source: monkeypicker)
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i may not have
expensive flowers
no sweets to give
wrapped in shiny, golden paper
nor cards that would play melodies
the moment it opens
all i have for you
is this battered heart
scarred from all the world would throw
it may not be much
it may not be the prettiest of sights
but rest assured
it belongs to you
and no one else’s
untitled no.4
these excuses
that we find
to be free
never to take responsibility
nurture others
with wisdom
with charity
compassion
your moral values
excuses
“i’ve given my best”
applied all i know thus
poured to its brim
that may not suffice
when all she need
is someone
to reach out
to tell her
you screwed up
bigtime
to puncture the offline sign
disengage
disconnect
all that is of worth
everything
all that we hoped for
shall perish
disengage
all that is dear
those that we had
built, established
be weary
be ready
always
to leave all of it behind
disconnect
to all of these
down the drain
away it goes
plight of the unsung
we…
the ones hidden
in shadows
we…
the ones
that never exists
the workers for a cause
in a battle
we’re never concerned
standing weary
on your frontlines
we…
the ones with
all the burden
with our names
no one shall remember
a statistic
in their glorious victory
we who had won the war
never will be known
Ode to my rainbows and sunshines
Even if you say it upfront, even if I have said it a dozen times, whether you acknowledge it or not, even when we know it wouldn’t work either ways, a heart belongs to you for the wrong reasons, I’m looking right and wanting to look left…. never would it wither. What I said stands. A piece of this heart belongs to you anyway
