𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬™

Eternal Frost Of A Shattered Love In winter's grip, where shadows grow, I ache for you beneath the snow. A heart once warm now feels the freeze, Lost in the wind, a mournful breeze. Your voice, a whisper, cold and faint, A love once pure, now taints. Your touch, a ghost, now slips away, Leaving my soul in deep dismay. Snowflakes fall, each one a tear, A frozen memory of you, my dear. The warmth we shared, now turned to ice, Love's cruel betrayal, a heavy price. In the cold, the winds do wail, Mourning dreams that now grow pale. Promises that melted fast, Haunt me now, shadows cast. Bare branches stretch, a desperate plea, Against a sky that mocks my plea. Your warmth, now winter's cruel theft, Leaves me with nothing, only bereft. Betrayal's sting, a wintry knife, Cuts through the remnants of my life. Each breath I take, a painful gasp, For the love I lost in winter's clasp. I miss you more with every chill, In this void, where time stands still. Yet in this cold, I cling to pain, For without you, what remains? May spring's embrace someday renew, The heart that's broken, torn in two. But for now, in in winter’s reign, I dwell in love’s relentless pain. ~ Alice

Night and she Which is much eerie To eat alone at midnight beneath lessen clocks Or to pocket autumn leaves along us whispering our favorite songs I see no resemblance; me to those clouds hung above, they nomad through vast abscence as if left choirs are mere lucid nights.They swirl away into thin rivers whose  sheer have no woes to glint. But us now instead are left withered by the stacks of empty promises made afar autumns ago. Will not us be serene if we become goldfish once and float across oceans without of need to loud sorrys ~Poeteerie

Pictures are poetries that refuse to abide the ordeal of the pen..

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jokes on them, who think i see myself as mirza, never did i consider myself a poet. wanted to write mematic stuff, hence the name "girza," i have no dreams in poetry's domain, but grateful that writing commercial music brought unexpected gain. yes, i am dull; even in my bio, i mentioned i'm a retard, i know my stuff is absurd, i'm not caught off guard. i care not for my empty verses, nor do i ask you to read my wordy curses. thanks for your opinion, but it's nothing new, i'm already aware, through and through. @RitikXD

You crave your yearning for my hugs, Yet recoil at the thought of touching me. You declare a desire for tenderness, Yet construct barriers around us. You weave dreams of shared lives, Yet shy away from conversation. You express a longing to kiss, Yet hesitate to let your lips meet mine. You declare your love for the midnight hour, Yet dread the judgments of others. You say you are a poet on the brink, Yet you're afraid to bleed your feelings in ink. You speak of missing me, Yet postpone your desires. You claim to be my favored theme, the Juliet of my poetic collection, Yet you burned each line I dreamed to pen, extinguishing my reflection. You claim I was your home, Yet you buried the keys amidst storms in your mind, Happily giving them away to another, But it seems you mistook my heart for a rental. You proclaim yourself a flawless lover, Yet fear to truly immerse yourself in love. So when you softly utter those three words, "I love you," into my ear, I cannot help but wonder, Will your love withstand the storms, Or wither like petals in the frost? - Achu B (Unsent Feelings of Love)