Roses are perfect,
Violets are not.
You hated my imperfections,
While I was in love with your flaws.
Roses are perfect,
Violets are not.
You hated my imperfections,
While I was in love with your flaws.
Roses are mine,
Violets yours,
You’ll retreat,
My heart fake reassures.
Roses are thirsty,
Violets starve,
I gave you my heart,
And you ripped it in half.
Is it too much to ask for, your love?
Is it too much to ask for when I long for your touch? I want your hands resting on my back, reassuring me everything’s gonna be alright. I want my head resting on your shoulder, your hand stroking my hair, telling me it’s okay. Is it too much to ask for?
Is it too much to ask for, that I desire hearing your voice? Is it too much that I want your soothing voice letting me know my worth? A monosyllable yes leaving your lips whenever I ask if we’re doing good? A little love from the edge of your lips. Is it too much?
Is it too much that I want your presence right beside me? Is it too much I admit your absence kills me? Is it too much when your presence drives me nuts and your absense insane? Is it?
Well, is it too much to ask for your love? Is it, or is it not?
Roses are lost,
Violets unsure,
You killed a relation,
A relationship so pure.
I cried my eyes out, bled out my soul.
I remember being all nasty, you being all cold.
I was all teary, I was all torn.
You took along my smile, with the fake mask I’d worn.
With every breath that I took,
I wondered what went wrong.
Where was it that what I overlooked.
I was taken aback, to see you leave.
Yes, I was shocked. Yes, I couldn’t believe.
I thought you were my escape,
But you turned out to be fake.
You took all you could, all you could take.
Guess, we were together just for the namesake.
Everything was in a mess,
Yes, I confess.
You turned out to be the demon, when I thought you were the best.
Everything was fine, yes I lied.
Recalled what all I could, yes I cried.
We were going really well, my friends used to say.
Liars, they turned out. With you, they betray.
I thought we were doing okay,
Now what it seems, you only wanted to play.
You played a nice game,
With my heart that was tame.
Yes, you are to be blamed,
For you brought me shame.
We were together at a time,
But now I guess that was a crime.
I thought again we’d begin,
But now I guess that was a sin.
You threw flame in my heart,
Guess what, it was torn apart.
All you did was simply depart,
But felt like you threw in my soul a dart.
Whatever I had thought of you, all assumptions went wrong.
You wronged me, when I thought we were going strong.
I thought we were perfect, our relationship was divine.
But guess what dear, you were never mine.
Roses are no more,
Violets died,
Yes, my soul bled
The day you lied.
© Khushi Suneja
I met a girl at the corner of the room, sitting quietly, humming to herself, broad black nerdy glasses, reading a book, sipping her cup of coffee, reading her favourite chapter of her favourite book.
Quiet, still she had goosebumps all over, her heart beating faster than ever, as she read the lovers separate over a sheer misunderstanding. Her heart broke into pieces.
The girl, sipped her last, continued to read, after about an hour. I hope he comes back, and till then, she just waits. She thought to herself. Her life was just in books, her soul rested in chapters.
Putting the cup aside, she read through the last chapters, her frown turned into a smile, as she read the lovers reunite. All she ever wanted was a happy ending like this. She was elated, one could clearly tell.
She put the book aside, hugged it to her chest and smiled. You never fail to disappoint me. Then said her favourite author’s name.
I met a girl, I saw her. In the reflection of the mirror, sitting at the corner. Reading her favourite chapter of her favourite book, sipping her coffee and muttering to herself. You’re all I ever need. I need no one else. She smiled looking at the piles of books she owned.
Roses are blue,
Violets Crimson Red,
You noticed my bruises
And not my heart that bled.
So as some of you may know, a very talented young Korean man, Kim Jonghyun, the lead singer of the boyband SHINee, committed suicide on Monday (18 December 2017) and left us all with some memories of his to cherish and mourn. It is believed that he consumed very unhealthy amount of carbon monoxide, a very poisonous gas and died. Earlier, he had been sending disturbing messages to his sister, dropping hints of his mission, and in doubts his family and friends tried protecting him but it was of no use. He was taken to the hospital after the accident but was declared dead soon after. Two weeks before his death, he even sent a 47- line text to his friend Jang Hee- Yeon, a band member of Dear cloud, in which he clearly said that he was broken from the inside.
So pretty, clearly, the boy died due to mental issues, stress and depression. But the worse part, he was just 27, he had his whole life ahead of him. He was definitely getting too much of hate to bear which made him take such a big step.
Honestly speaking, since I am not that much into K-Pop(just familiar with a few artists), I didn’t know about him. Yet, I cried for him. I felt really really bad for what he did to himself. But seems like he had no choice.
I really don’t get it that why is there so much hatred in this world. Like how cruel can one be? How can people be that incredibily devilish? How can people hate on someone so bad as to push them to their death? What about the person’s feelings? No bother.
It has purely been due to the hatred that he had been receiving all this time that added up and lead to something this disastrous. Mental illness, what they say. Congrats to you haters, you won. And it has not been just for the first time that anyone has taken such a step. Just because he was famous, this issue had been brought into the limelight.
I hope people realize the mess they’ve caused because after Jonghyun, more than 100s of Shawols(SHINee’s fans) have committed suicide. This clearly needs to stop. It takes approximately 5 seconds to send hate to someone. But that person receiving it might feel bad for over 5 mins, 5 hours, 5 months or maybe 5 years…. you never know.
So, if you’re reading this, and you’ve ever sent hate to someone or want to, just stop. Picture yourself in their shoes. And then, you wouldn’t even dare to. I still feel that if people had been a lil sweeter, he would have still been alive. The world didn’t deserve him. I hope he’s in a better place now.
R.I.P Jonghyun 🌹\\ You will be missed.