Chilly winter winds as they stutter through the leaves, She leans over me, resting herself on my sleeves. As the clouds turn dark and the temperature drops, Tension arises and my heartbeat stops.
Large part of the bench left empty on both our sides, I took my hand off and moved two long strides. Drawing a deep breath, I go down on my knee, With no hesitation, I asked “Will you marry me?”.
She hid her face as she gasped behind her hands, I stood up glowing just like the diamond ringband. Our eyes meet like the ocean meets its horizon, Million emotions all in an eminent expression.
Welcome to the virtual simulation, Where personas are fake and far from truth. Prepared to face some diplomatic condescension? Oh! And don’t forget to correct your grammar too.
Here’s another word of caution If you swallowed the pill that is blue, This might sound a little like science-fiction But BIG BROTHER is watching you.
Feel free to share your opinions And also your point of view Don’t forget to share your delusions Cause we need memes that are brand new.
There’s always room for more pollution So don’t mind using this as your loo Just forget all about your education And tag me in the next viral flu
Beware of possible addictions You might be stuck to it like it’s glue We are still working on a solution But for now, we don’t think you can be rescued.
Is your life boring? Does it need a correction? Try out our filters, oh please do. We always come up with new versions They are great, you can be a dog too.
All our users have mental depression They all say they don’t but they do. Each with their own big ambition Wanting to be a model at 22.
Relax, it’s not that bad a situation We’ve managed to make some breakthroughs Some call this a digital revolution SaveFarmers and #hashtag metoo 😛
Remember this is all one big illusion Make sure not to lose your cool A lot gets lost in translation So fuck me and fuck you too.
Do you still miss me? I hope you don’t. Are things better, like I promised?
Remember, you changed for the better. You did, right? So tell me it’s worth it.
Ah! Yes. How can you? For we are separated by something far worse than distance. Time.
Maybe it’s not all that great. I know how it feels but, I won’t give up if you won’t. After all, l like to believe that there’s a bit of me still left in you. So hold on.
Well, I already feel better now talking to you. Hope you do too.
If only you could do the same but you’ve probably moved on, I guess. If not, hold on. You promised.
Remember? You promised. That you’d be my hope and I’d be your reason Because like we always say, there’s still time.
Times like these are when I wish someone would care when I feel lost and abandoned in the middle of nowhere. To pull me up and share this burden that I cannot bear to lend me a hand and save me from my quiet despair.
Times like these are when I lose faith in all my prayers, when I cry for help but I know that no one would hear yet it’s alright because I know under all those thick layers there’s a heart and in secret, you shed a tear.
Times like these are when I know it’s pointless to even compare, when I know that this is life and life is unfair that each with their own dream ends up in an unending nightmare and we all do our best but sometimes it’s beyond repair
Times like these are when I wish I were a multi-billionaire where one day I would wake up and end the war that was declared, buy the Gods out and make sure that we breathe the same air but I’ll start with a poem for help and the love that can be shared.
Let me tell you the story of the rebel who forgot his cause. Labelled extraordinary in his early hours Oh! It was all just a big farce.
Confused and lonely, he wandered off crowded by all his loud thoughts. Thinking we all need to first get lost to find our way back as we find our own paths.
The Gods played him as he played along the odds stripped off his clothes and left naked with his flaws. So he wrote about his sad stories and fed them to the flocks Giving them a happy ending while everyone called it bad art.
unsathishfactory. 