I stand tall

I stand tall, dependent and free
Like a bird unattached for fear of pains;
The pains of a broken heart or a bleeding soul
My loneliness gives me strength
And I am proud of my virginity;
It keeps me powerful and unconquered
For falling in love betrays you.
And devotion enslaves you.
For the enslavers devour your soul,
And leave you a hopeless loser.
But I am not hopeless;
For I have an aim
For which I fight and never give in;
To draw a smile on the faces of
Those who need a tender touch,
An open ear and generous hands.

Truth Uncovered

The truth is always as clear as the sun,
But we tend to shut our eyes off,
And wait for the moon to fall,
The truth is always as close as the veins,
But we are keen to keep ourselves away,
We colour it, we banish it, and we forge it,
But it is always there, bitter but apparent,
Fearful but unchangeable,
And when comes the point of breaking down,
We unwillingly and powerlessly admit it.

Woman, when you are in love

When you are deeply and truly in love;
You would want to be his veins,
You would want to bridge his gaps,
You become his shelter, savior, and armor,
You make all his dreams come true,
You support him for his goals,
And you torture yourself,
If you would once sleepily hurt him,
And whether or not you receive any compensation,
You always remain forgiving and giving.

True Love

True love
is when your soul embraces his,
is when your whole existence contains him;
When your forgiveness becomes holy and sacred
And your understanding is wider than the Universe.
The truthfulness sweeps away the agony, suffering, and anger.
And is when you give your love and devotion for free,
Thinking of nothing but his happiness.
And sacrifice becomes an aim.

I Must Survive

I must
assassin your love; 
It crawls
inside me like blood floating the veins,
It captures
my soul in the cave of your eyes,
It holds my
heart in your cruel detention,
I must then
fight and beat you;
Until no
trace of you remains inside me,
I must
eradicate your painful roots,
and
eliminate the memories of your smell and touch,
I must not
surrender to your hands,
I must
rescue myself to survive.
 

How I want him?

I
need him to embrace me,
Not
to scold me and snub me.
I
need him to open his arms so widely for me,
When
all the doors have been slammed in my face.
I
need him to believe in me,
not
to doubt me.
I
want him to guide me,
Not
to hurtfully criticize me.
I
want him to erase my pains
By
a soft touch, a tender look, or a comforting word.
I
want him to carry me,
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