I was just poetic and so I wrote this. It might mean nothing or it might mean everything you decided.
Pyaar?
Isn’t it a shame that I can’t tell you the truth?
Such a pity it is,
Yes, I trust you,
But it is best you don’t know.
What is never said better us,
It shall never hurt us.
Why dwell on the hopeless?
Oh careless soul,
Why weep for stories untold?
So shall I then keep it a secret,
Everything I feel for you?
I am confused by it all,
That much is true,
I’ve learnt to play emotions.
But some how I believe my love is true.
I’ve said some things,
I’ve made mistakes,
But this once I’d like to stop it before it’s too late.
For once I’d like love to be more than poetry,
For once I’d like my words to fulfill me.
I’ve professed my love,
Its flame undying,
Bright but timid it is burning.
Shall you watch it and smile at its beauty?
Shall you ignore and shower me with your pity?
Or shall you instead assume it’s a joke,
A play of emotions,
An illusion based on false hope?
What shall you do my dear soldier?
Now that you are wearing all your armor,
More aware of what surrounds you,
Giving thought too my actions and
Everything I say to you.
Wondering how much of my words are true?
You wonder if I can truly love you.
And though you’re strong to deny,
There is this nagging feeling deep down inside.
That perhaps this heart,
In its fragile state,
That perhaps this soul,
Whose will you take…
Could in fact conceal something more?
Something so strong that it is appealing,
Yet, it is completely forbidden,
Oh valiant warrior,
My knight in his armor,
I shall never speak the truth,
For what I’ve said has done enough,
Perhaps provoked a thought,
A need or a want?
I’d laugh it off,
Your continued defiance,
And all this time,
You shall never know what I’m feeling.
Am I in love?
Or am I faking?
It seems so real,
That it is truly confusing.
So for now while you burn in thought,
I will save my breath,
My heart and my thoughts.
This much although is sure,
Whatever becomes of us…
We could always be more.
By: Bluerose
Pyaar?
Isn’t it a shame that I can’t tell you the truth?
Such a pity it is,
Yes, I trust you,
But it is best you don’t know.
What is never said better us,
It shall never hurt us.
Why dwell on the hopeless?
Oh careless soul,
Why weep for stories untold?
So shall I then keep it a secret,
Everything I feel for you?
I am confused by it all,
That much is true,
I’ve learnt to play emotions.
But some how I believe my love is true.
I’ve said some things,
I’ve made mistakes,
But this once I’d like to stop it before it’s too late.
For once I’d like love to be more than poetry,
For once I’d like my words to fulfill me.
I’ve professed my love,
Its flame undying,
Bright but timid it is burning.
Shall you watch it and smile at its beauty?
Shall you ignore and shower me with your pity?
Or shall you instead assume it’s a joke,
A play of emotions,
An illusion based on false hope?
What shall you do my dear soldier?
Now that you are wearing all your armor,
More aware of what surrounds you,
Giving thought too my actions and
Everything I say to you.
Wondering how much of my words are true?
You wonder if I can truly love you.
And though you’re strong to deny,
There is this nagging feeling deep down inside.
That perhaps this heart,
In its fragile state,
That perhaps this soul,
Whose will you take…
Could in fact conceal something more?
Something so strong that it is appealing,
Yet, it is completely forbidden,
Oh valiant warrior,
My knight in his armor,
I shall never speak the truth,
For what I’ve said has done enough,
Perhaps provoked a thought,
A need or a want?
I’d laugh it off,
Your continued defiance,
And all this time,
You shall never know what I’m feeling.
Am I in love?
Or am I faking?
It seems so real,
That it is truly confusing.
So for now while you burn in thought,
I will save my breath,
My heart and my thoughts.
This much although is sure,
Whatever becomes of us…
We could always be more.
By: Bluerose
Community Member
a scar underneath the metal.
A soldier can't survive if he can't learn from his mistakes.
sword of steel to keep him safe,
shield of polished silver to filter illusion,
armor of gold to hide his heart.
his mind shall not falter from what he knows is the truth,
for if he looses sight,
he'd loose his life to doubt.
so he shall forever stay upon his dark steed,
armor glinting in the light,
until he knows he can trust your words,
and replace his own with them.