Celestie777

Hardest thing to do is to love someone Who won't love you back To be there for someone Who wasn't there for you To still see the best in somone When all they tend to show is the worst..

To sacrifice for the self obsessed, To cry without making a noise, To choose someone over yourself, Who will never choose you for you.

To choose the unworthy, To give heaven to the devil, To love someone who loves obsession more than love.

To be a giver for the taker, To live with a restricted throat, To neglect your truth, When putting yourself down is the only way to push them up..

To selflessly love the selfish Perhaps a grave mistake anyone can make I'm not bound by my heart or their mind I'm just doing what the fate has assigned.

Moon is the most beautiful among all stars, except one oh! that magnificent sun She blushes and hides Whenever he rise

He lights up the whole world Searching for her But she is made to be different and lonely This is the world's oldest lovestory

Written on the skies How true love is always there And miles apart, Always behind but never beside

He brings the day and she rules the night both too comfortable there to leave it beside, twilight brings the messages to them each Because when they meet it causes an eclipse.

He does the things, I think about.. I'm quite shy, He is quite loud..

He is so far.. Yet so close, I'm catching sleep, Just to dream more..

So, what if.. We haven't met, The heavens assured, They are fixing a date.

Whenever I miss you, It always rains.. Perhaps to help me, Hide my pain..

Just like you used to, Pat my back.. Telling me I did ok, Even if I failed..

It's getting hard, I want to come back.. I met many people, But no one like you Dad..

She cleans the place Light up the lamps Dance two steps & Then hush all together In fear of onlookers.

Night is wary From the melody Howls & giggles Contrasting eerily.

She's in wonder at the world, The world is in wonder at her. The caves are bounding, the prettiest things are always in hiding.

He said, he got something to say He is from a million years away.. Before I can even see his face, I took the quickest way to escape.. Than he asked me my name And I took that as a threat.. We crossed and fought In the battle of thoughts He asked me why I'm always in rush I said it's my fault, I don't trust.. He said maybe he can help me, I said sorry I'm in hurry.. His eyes made my heart swell I said sorry, I just don't take kindness well.. That encounter should have been our last.. But we both lost the battle of thoughts.. He said he can't help coming back.. And I relished in the fact, That the best place to rest is on his chest..

how many days did I wast, searching for a sweet escape. necessities of life bigger than the life itself, when I asked for help, they tell me to have faith. I walked off with a disagreement, I'm hearing voices, but the voices are fake. it took long but now I understand only thing that is yours, is the yours you make.

Being me is being in your head 24/7, Being me is having constant debates with life and death.. Being me is not even being here.. Being me, is Being a watcher, a listener an observer.. Being me is loving the storm and the clouds, Being me is unbashadly thinking out loud.. Being me is an inability to hold a grudge.. Being me is constantly feeling star-struck.. Being me is being an ocean of possibilities, Being me is being silent in difficulties.. Being me is clearly not that easy.. Being me is an experiment to revive humanity.. Being me is being on trips with the sun and the sea.. Being me is an overdose of curiosity.. Being me is loving so-so deep, that everything I touch begins to heal.. Being me is having no fear, Being me is someone with expensive tears.. Being me is an art, Being me is an act, being me is the portrayal of some deeper betrayals.. But above it all being me is being free, Living life on my whims in my kingdom of possibilities.. Being me is an orchestra playing hundreds of songs.. Being me is an experience you wanna hold for long.. Being me is the character I play by heart.. Being me is a shadow , An afterthought.. Being me is being unpredictablie fun.. Being me is being gut-wrenchingly hurt.. Being me is being a bit of everything I've ever touched.. Being me is a case of self-distruct.. Being me is emotionally a hurricane.. That doesn't stop people from leaving their hearts on my name.. Being me is a question that I haven't gotten answers to yet.. But I have come to accept these dozen different facts..