jane's heart

I saw you burn,  I saw you shattered and yearn. Your hair were curly, and your teeth bright and pearly. Drowned yourself in alcohol, Suffocated under the waterfall. What happened to the boy? ; Who has lost his joy? Killed himself slowly, Did you think of yourself this lowly? You were a fail hero,  why is it that you're a zero? I know you're no one to blame, No one held you in their arms and claim. I wish you didn't die,  I wish everything you told me wasn't a lie. I pity you for everything that you suffered, Alas! Your curly hair were ruffled. Oh dear father! I wish you knew how much I love you, every Christmas carol that I knew. -jane,,

The other day, my card declined after therapy, I stared at my reflection, drenched in sympathy. I wondered...... was it all my fault? Am I to blame for the assault ? Maybe I was weak , maybe I wasn’t strong, Or maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t wrong. I gazed at the numbers that traced my past, Standing in a puddle of blood , frozen in aghast. Chills crawled up my skin like an unwelcome guest, As his face, that twisted grin, never lets me rest. I lay lifeless, buried in a grave of shame , Was it my actions, or was it his that were depraved? The weight of silence presses on my chest, In this endless trial, will my soul find rest? The echoes of doubt claw at my heart, But could it be, I was broken from the start? Or did his cruelty forge these chains I wear, Leaving me questioning if life’s e ver fair? -jane..

If Kafka and Van Gogh could meet, two wanderers on weary feet, they’d sit beneath a star-strewn sky, both haunted souls, both asking why. Kafka, burdened by unseen chains, by webs of fear and quiet pains each word he wrote a careful sigh, a way to ask, “Why must we die ?” In life’s cold grasp, he slipped, withdrew, lost in thoughts no one could view. And Van Gogh, with colors fierce and bright, painted suns that burned through night a trembling hand, a heart so wide, yet always just on the outside. In every brushstroke, love and plea, a soul laid bare for none to see. They bore their wounds in silence deep, in crowded rooms, alone they'd keep, their heavy hearts, their fragile minds, adrift, unseen, in binding lines. But oh, the love they could not know how now, we see them, feel their glow, how Kafka’s sorrow , strange and wild, has found a home in every child who’s felt alone , cast off, unheard, finding comfort in his word. And Vincent, star of skies so vast, his colors, wounds...

In your eyes, a thousand stars reside, A universe of wonders, where dreams confide. The way you look, it’s more than a glance, It’s a melody, a spell, an eternal dance. Each time our gazes lock, I fall anew, Deeper into the abyss of loving you. Your eyes whisper what words cannot say, A promise of forever, come what may. I’ll be your rock, your shelter, your light, Through storms and shadows, through day and night. When the world feels heavy, and skies turn gray, Know I’ll stand beside you , come what may. The way you see me, it unravels my soul , With every glance, you make me whole. In the depths of your eyes, I find my place, An endless journey, an infinite space. Love grows like rivers, flowing free, A tide of devotion between you and me. And with every look, I fall in harder, A heart unlocked, no longer a guarder. So here I vow, for all my days, To cherish you in countless ways. For in your eyes, I’ve found my home, And in your love , I’ll never roam. - jane..