Destructive

Spell the last words of your dignity to me,

Spare the waste of your hate,

Say out loud whatever you see, 

Does it count to be the wise cookie of fate? 

Break the rules that you apply all over, 

It’s no good to smile at me & move closer, 

To whom you want to stop by? 

I bring the darkness out in literature, 

For whom you want to waste your sigh? 

Breaking things is in my nature, 

Within your sync I’ll be the one Disruptive, 

You can call me your weakness or call me Destructive.

Get This Over With

SCREAM

Prints of those fingers on her cheeks weren't the pain,

Neither was the burns she got when he misbehaved,

Holding the guts & wishing for the love again,

Grabbing onto the hope for him to be sane,

Be what he used to be,

Be what she intends to see,

All the good been noticed and evil that she ignored,

She loved him so much,
Much enough to get sunk in his life's sea,

Much enough to get rubbed off the shore with every tide,

She cried, yelled, banged her head,

But all she could afford to do was Scream inside.

Numbers

Telling stories of defeat,

To the group of Winners,

Failure is what he got on repeat,

But never lost faith as being a sinner,

He then started to train,

Trained not to be the best but more than a loser,

He bruised his face and body all red to move like lumbers,

His life became a Lesson and his learning weren't just the numbers.

Memories

Well its hard to stand up-straight,

With the quilt up the bed and face down the floor,

The time that I always got Late,

Even after all waiting for you to come and hit my door,

Ha Ha, its funny that you still love me,

Hate me more than ever but still not hate me,

You wanted to sell me out,

With every kiss that you won't let me shout,

You crying grapes while I eat your Strawberries,

You still want to hold me down and make more memories.

Million Reasons

Writing his little poems he once got faded in them words,

Not too many but fewer or lesser were his friends,

No one wished to love him all he got called was absurd,

Just cause he wasn't into flaunting all his Strengths,

He was still the wild one in his books of Sorcery,

Dark magic he could write with his pen on papers,

He never wanted to fly but run through his success skyscrapers,

He got all the smiles even in his season of Dry Rain,

He got a Million Reasons to Cry but not one that let his happiness Drain.

GIFT

Stalking every like of mine,

She started getting obsessed in her head,

Peeking through her car's window,

To know where I go and follow me to the bed,

She wanted to know my type,

But more of the one she wanted to be,

She bet her money on me every time,

What she was losing she didn't see,

She loves me, hates me, to her pain I was the cause,

In her cycle of pain and sorrow, I am her pause,

Oh! I know or do I really? if she was in a drift,

In time she is my Creation & I am her cursed gift.