The Club Of Jilted Lovers

The Club of Jilted Lovers 

You didn't come in like a storm 

One that'd knock me down 

Instead you were like a the gentle breeze

That's the reason for happy bees. 

You made me feel things I didn't know I could ever feel. 

Or were even real. 

This isn't a poem about you 

It's about me

And how you have me confused. 

You're worth so much more. 

So so much more than you put yourself through. 

Look up, look around. 

There's others who love you too. 

Don't let go of the feeling of love.

It's not meant to set free like the white dove.

Face your fears. 

Gather your armies.

You're not alone.

You never will be. 

I know how it's like to fight your battle alone 

I won't let you, let anyone stand alone at the war zone. 

You make me happy. 

You make me sad. 

You make me mad. 

Is this real or just a fad? 

Is this pain?

Or just barren land waiting for rain? 

I don't expect you to feel the same for me. 

Cause this my friend is the club of jilted lovers

And here, for long no one hovers. 

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 Yes. It's another poem. Also apologies if this poem isn't good. I just felt A LOT of things at the same time. And had to take them out somewhere and subject all you unassuming souls to my dilemma. If you did read this. I love you. And any suggestions and criticism would be highly appreciated. Channel your inner Taran Adarsh.
Love, Srishti 

Masquerade

Masquerade

You are the all same.
Yet so different.
Bound to each other by the thread of life
Yet divided by what you think is right.

To others you smile
But your heart knows no ones visited for a while.
You say you're mad at each other
But inside you yearn for each other.

You worry about being true to the world
But have you ever been true to yourself my girl?

Take off those masks
This life of yours is not a masquerade.
Your eyes won't do all the taking here
Your heart will.
Listen to it.
Its beating right there in your chest.
Set it free.
Let it live, love, laugh, fall.
Let it make mistakes.

Don't be afraid of getting hurt
Cause without the pain you'll never learn
You'll never grow.

So take off that mask
And let the world know who you really are.

Prove then wrong.
Even if it means walking on thorns.
Its your battle.
And you'll have to fight it alone.
Because in this masquerade my friend you, me, us
We've all lost ourselves.

-

Whooho
So here's a poem.
I don't usually post poems cause they expose a part of me that I'd never want anyone to see but nonetheless I'm facing my fears so hence I've posted this on here.

Feedback (if anyone even reads this) would be highly appreciated!
-Srishti