𝑴𝑼𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑹.

hold on, my love, and i will hold onto you - n.l

Flowers are growing outside of her soul,

she shivered like she's lost control-

she, a beautiful chaos reaching the light,

inside her features there is no time to die.

Human like her could tastify a God like me,

lost in her discovers, i'm in love with paradise.

-t.f.s.

RELATIONGREY:

What people don't understand in a relationship is that it's not grey...

It's black and white

You're either loyal or you're a cheat

It's either bigotry or it's honesty

You either care about them for real or it's just a play pretend

If it's for real ,you are enough for your better half

If not ,then no amount self doubts can match and counter it

And somewhere in your gut you see those lines... But you chose to ignore it

So if you have this love that just blinds you

Always remember misery love company

And you need to do everything you can to grow out of it....

Tunes.

Wherever I see light,

my eyes drown in vain.

Audience swims

in my bloody stains.

Green palettes mixture

in the middle of forest trees,

silence repeats in tunes,

mind's a body killer.

-t.f.s.

ABSOLUTION-THE CALL.

suffer.

the moon gazes upon the quiet

fearful and dark city where

the screams are loud and strain,

awfullness continues in the streets

life is an incredible disease.

ocean waves come closer to the city,

it smells like death,it's poison,

none of them has seen what's

born inside in a hole

yet none of them(humans) will live long...

...no one will ever feel how deadly was this challenge,

no one could ever kill the absolute that lives and it will ever live on earth.

suffer.

those eyes don't hide the pure desire to kill and eliminate.

fear.

it smacks you down to give up and die in tears.

disease.

it's like the madness taking all over the world,

making chaos miserable to handle.

surviving doesn't exist when the end comes,

when the doors of Hell open,

when a sound appears...

...and the ocean rebels

to it's RELEASE..

-t.f.s.

Fading life in the middle of the sky.

Increasing

Soft spots in forgiveness,

Love runs in between the ashes.

That's where we're meant to be,

completely unpredictable,

playing chess for free.

-t.f.s.

to be loved~victoria pettella

It's not a quote. It's just a feeling i want to share. It's just words i want to send. I want to stand by someone's side without hurting him. If i do,there's no going back in time. Magic may or not exist. But i believe in magical love. Before,i wasn't this interested in the meaning. Now i want to be a fighter for someone's heart. When you see someone everything changes-mood,day,face,feeling. The feeling is mostly important to release out. Don't be scared to say what you want to say. You go there and tell the person next to you how you feel. Behind the feeling and words there is the truth making a person to open his eyes and hear what they should hear. Why do I want to be important for someone? It's difficult not to lose in games and life,but it's not impossible to try again. When the bird falls from the roof,it can try to fly again. You know,there goes this-when you fall somewhere,you keep trying,it means you never gave up,you never gave your heart to the darkness. You never allowed your heart to be black. Being black it's a disease,but it can be a lesson too. Being a human without imperfections it's not worth it. It's worth it when you have mistakes,just to create the balance. And you make the universe capable. You make it stable. Nobody can rule the world unleast if they change people's souls into something way better. Not everyone wants to be changed. Someone like you would do something for me. Someone like you would send his words through his stare. Somebody that can be a difficult person doesn't mean you can't try to be connected to him. It means that you and him are the anchor of things. Capable of something good. You make the connection. You release emotions with the person next to you. Why is this loneliness sometimes? Do we have to apologize for being like this? No. We need something healthy for our souls,our souls need something to decline our suffering and leave it away. When and why? How and who? Everything is a mystery unless....if we are too.

“i found your soul between the lines of my poetry, except it wasn’t you it was a mistaken creation”

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