Tell Me A Secret Or Two

Tell me a secret or two

If not you,

Who am I gonna be decried to?. ֶָ֢ ♡

𔓘 written by me 𔓘

𝙎𝙝𝙚: 𝙖 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙬𝙤, 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙩

𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩?

𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩

𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 “𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩”

. written by me .𔓘

If you loved a wrong person and got hurt, I think you don't have to call it a “lesson to learn” . ‘Cause that feeling was yours, not a lesson among lessons to learn and spend.

If you love, that's because you posses the ability to hold such a feeling. Loving is never wrong, it wasn't your lesson. It was the other person's lesson to learn that you shouldn't make a beautiful flower break.

(a poem about a love that cannot be started)

I threw up words of affirmation

Just to see them in paper layin'

All because of those exchanged glances

And how he would never take chances

To write a perface for this unstarted story in affection

Our town is faded into nothings color

Stealing everything we can be, you plunder

I'm an artist with a brush bathed in revolution

Wishin' to free you from a lawless land within

A Mayor sayin' you & I live in different towns, forever

And that's how it goes...

☆ Written by me ☆

Poem : A New Love

On the way back home, the lights

Became one with ruffled letters

No power in me will works

To count destination's miles

Where colors of you jump out of hand

Into panels, I will write a “poem run”

Of our matches that became this road's sun

And we'll be knocking doors for a greater land

Until then, your place is beside me only

Don't be in front of me for seein' my eyes's worlds

You'll see them like how we'll meet with hours

Of knowing someone's face like yours truly 𔘓𓂃⭑

ꫂ ၴႅၴ written by me

𝙎𝙝𝙚: 𝙖 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙬𝙤, 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙩

𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩?

𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩

𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 “𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩”

. written by me .𔓘

If you loved a wrong person and got hurt, I think you don't have to call it a “lesson to learn” . ‘Cause that feeling was yours, not a lesson among lessons to learn and spend.

If you love, that's because you posses the ability to hold such a feeling. Loving is never wrong, it wasn't your lesson. It was the other person's lesson to learn that you shouldn't make a beautiful flower break.

Poem/Photo mine.