Wise is hard

It's not about being heartless. It's more difficult to know what's wise and to control yourself from doing what you want to tho you can do it, than declaraing your love and passion openly. Everytime someone has to be wise in order to save others tho that person has to attend his own bleeding funeral with no one but herself to attend it. It's sad and strong while no one knows what you're tackling. Telling what you're going through is easy, holding back is hard, it's very hard to resist someone while you want someone to talk to. It's heartbreaking but no one understands.

Lie

I told a lie 
she thought that what I
loved the most 
was her to host
It was all along my seperated pal
I was struggling to get her, leaving all
It wasn't a lie
It was that i was a little shy
She found me when i was a little lost
But i know I didn't mean when i said i loved you the most
I cried and thrived but i did tell lie
Maybe i was a little high
A mark on my thigh
from your hands and your tie
I was living a lie
just a breathing lie
You saw what you could have
Then you flipped as you should have
I didn't complain
I invited it in my domain
I creeped myself out
as you snuggled some new bees about
I am no complaining
I am just craving
How much is it amazing
to watch someone deporting
From your own supporting.

Perception of me

She was in love with the perception of me

I was dying every day little by little 

She told me what i was thinking 

I silently nodded she guessed it right 

Her love was untakably enough 

She saw what she wanted to see

She clouded herself with her plans

Where everyone puppeted roles out.

I was one of her favorite dolls

I saw myself being glanced as a fancy princess in a ball

I knew what she did,why she did

She was a piece of me grown wild

I read her thoughts out loud

Yet tried hard not to slip a sound out

I was a perception, nothing real at all

She was in love with the perception of me

And i was afraid to let her down

Nafs (ownself)

It's not the game to be safe
It's the battle we're afraid to fight,
the blood we're scared to shed.
It's not the play to be played at home,
It's costumed in jewels with it's dreadful face