ruffledheart

Fatigued Devastated And much more from quite a lengthy span Longing a bit for getting understood the way I am I am not that bad, I am depicted to you. Hope they get their head clear too. Had I been taught to yell back It had all been on a worse track. Glad to have "them" teaching me good Or, nothing but our life was ruined. Hope the sun be bright on my side And be able to unveil the grey hide

I am, Me.. just Me With my own values, perceptions, ideals None should  regard me as an hollow idol. My strength touches zenith's bosom My heart stays silent and blossom. The blossoming is prevented by your venin talks Want to live my way, with no hawks. Stop juxtaposing me with others "They" can't even stand me,, -  I have enigmatic feathers

'Tis not Royalty anyway.... The way, these hypocrites' mind sway over  the values that they say aloud And gather the cheesy crowd. to lend their ears to these snobbish "men" Hearing fake lions roaring out of their "den". They ain't my master to overview If I get on being bossy, can get them sue. Stop ye! Poking into my life and stay away never would ye know, when the MASTER could make you Grey

May the sun of love always shine, May the hand you hold is always mine, May I live in your arms concealed, May the prior and followed pangs get healed. .

It does depend on you ,if you take the ecstasy of love to its Triumphant or take hate to its extreme level..

Being an agonist is a bit tough and tiring.. when you're forced to present yourself happy and smiling.. None would get to know about the pangs that you deal on.. None would go for a praise to heal on.. You would have to tread the Path all alone..  Till, by him you see a bright light shown..

With immense addling, my heart wringer As, how and why, there is no “Amour bell” on ringer What encumbered it, What is so trammelling, My dear It could be affable and amiable Listen to It’s ‘Plus’, O hear! It’s been so long since am trying With nail on head n heart am lying Each morrow, I desire to be your heart’s desire Each dusk, makes my heart burn with Fire. The “Third Degree” to me that you attempt A ‘peck of love’ is what my bosom tempt Believe me, it isn’t high as uphill It is just to dive-in and stay still….. I come to you with rose, You come to me with Gun Why and what makes you crusty, Dear Hon It is love all over that could make you win It is tenderness that makes you fly with no fin. Come up you one , and I’ll take two before The day “They” made me see you, You stood in my core I stand affirm, on you being my bosom’s pash You are the one for whom my heart goes rash. ...