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08/07/2018

She gave me her heart
Then tore mine apart.
By giving the rest of her body
To an intellectual nobody.

Oh, the agony of a love not returned! The pain of a relationship retired! I can't write a fluent enough piece To captur...
26/06/2018

Oh, the agony of a love not returned!
The pain of a relationship retired!
I can't write a fluent enough piece
To capture the disturbed peace.
If you could marry a feeling, I'd marry
How I feel for you in a hurry!

© Salaton.

Some say sunsets are lovely, a beautiful end.Some say sunsets are lonely, aloof and god-sent.What's beautiful about a fi...
20/05/2018

Some say sunsets are lovely, a beautiful end.
Some say sunsets are lonely, aloof and god-sent.

What's beautiful about a finished daylight,
What's lonely about a screaming flashlight?

Sunset , I stand here in a quest to share in your beauty
Sunset, I stand here to share in your vanity,

Because sunsets are mysterious in their ambiguity,
Lovely or lonely, I'll be with it in my anonymity.

©Salaton Lemayian Jr

13/05/2018

Up the hill,
The young man with a heart and a dream.
He stands still
Both are broken, and he suppresses a scream

He has only coin. Charges are one coin for one hurt
If he fixes the heart, oh boy, what about his ambition?
What's a dream fulfilled without a flower of the heart?
But he needs the dream, dreams are like ammunition

Up the hill
The young man with a heart and a dream.
He stands still
Both are broken, and he opens his mouth and lets out a scream.

©Salaton Lemayian Jr.
1:58 am, Monday, May 14, 2018.

Written for that person who pulls the strings of your heart so hard yet it still makes a beautiful melody.
13/05/2018

Written for that person who pulls the strings of your heart so hard yet it still makes a beautiful melody.

You're magic, and yet you're so real, The kind of beautiful that intimidates and welcomes, I've never felt really confid...
16/04/2018

You're magic, and yet you're so real,
The kind of beautiful that intimidates and welcomes,
I've never felt really confident about how crazy I am for you,
Because you're sweet, no, too sweet in fact, and that's the issue
So the broken hearts ahead of me told me,
Light is easy to love, tell her to show you her darkness
Let me in and let me see your flaws
I want to fall for how you drool in your sleep
I want to be disgusted by your snores, deep
Until I find a rhythm to love it from
Or hate it, get used to it
Don't be British when you eat,
No, I want you to allow the savage in you to come alive
Let your imperfections sting me like a full beehive
But at least then, I'll know what kind of creature I'm lying with
But don't try to fool me with sweet words and White teeth.
I want to love you
The darkest version of you.

15/04/2018

She's like a young flower in the morning cold
Beautiful, delicate, yet standing bold
And me?
Well I hate the fact that I'm a thirsty bird
Here to suck the nectar and drain the bud

:- Salaton Lemayian Jr

I promised mama that I would make itI promised mama that I would take it,The risk that draws the line between a manAnd a...
06/04/2018

I promised mama that I would make it
I promised mama that I would take it,
The risk that draws the line between a man
And a boy flying around trying to be Peter Pan

Mama, your little boy has grown up
A boy in years, but a man amongst men,
An avid reader of literature, a slave to the pen.

Mama, your little man has grown up
A hopeless romantic, but a jinxed lover
Really good content inside with a poor cover.

Mama, your chubby baby has grown up
An idealist, a philosopher, but a poor orator
Really nice ideas but not quite the narrator.

Mama, your adorable child has grown up
A man in build, but a child still at heart.
Only a mother could ever get that.

Mama, your little boy is a man now.
Mama, your little boy has the know how
Mama, your little boy is still your little man
Mama, your little boy is being all he can.

Mama, oh mama, I wish your boy had the words of Shakespeare
Or the courage at least to erect , a sharp spear,
In front of a maiden's hut
And her heart,
Respectifully, respectively.

:- Salaton Lemayian Jr,
Mama's Boy.

28/03/2018

The goalkeeper stood forlonly in front of his goal
His eyes seemingly looking at the space between the goalposts
But his mind was looking at all the times an opponent shook his net
Each goal a reminder that the space was too large, himself too small
But still, each time, he threw his weight in the air with agility,
Unafraid of letting his net shake, but more afraid of letting his confidence shake.
A smile played on his lips, as he recalled as well,
The number of saves he made
The number of penalties he saved
Saves and Penalties are not really the same, you know.
It was right here, between the posts,
That he'd won trophies, not by scoring goals,
But by making sure goals were not scored. Quite ironical.
It was right here , in the large space,
That he had denied
Clubs,
Countries,
Trophies. A looot of trophies.
Trophies that he sometimes did not even win.
When his mind and eyes enjoined their vision,
His eyes danced with joy. Because he was happy
That he had done what he set out to do between the posts,
He had made memories.

05/03/2018

I spent so much time trying to fix you
I didn't even realize you were breaking me.

With the benefit of hindsight, now I see,
I was your cure, and you were my disease
I saved you, but you killed me.

I can't count the number of times I've thought about us
In fantasy, and instead of calling you, I ended up calling
Myself, a fool. Because even if you broke my heart a thousand times,
I'd pick the pieces right up and hand them back daily.

See, I'm like a flower that has dried up,
It's petals hanging outside, showing no signs of life.
This pain I feel draws tears of blood,
But I can't blame you for this flood.

It's funny how people say you fall in love once,
Cause I fall in love with the same person daily,
Hard.

I loved you with a scorching intensity,
Like Icarus I flew too close to the sun and got burnt,
Now all I see are ashes from my ruptured heart.

True, the heart knows not it's own depth,
Until the hour of separation.

03/03/2018

Sometimes you have to fall down to find something down there .

02/03/2018

The boy in me is afraid, very afraid
But the man in me is ready to raid
I have no knowledge of what lays ahead
But I know I must get there with a clear head
It's hard to get on your knees to pray sometimes
Because you're always tryna lay most of the times
This is not a poem, this is me trying to write my emotions down
This is me trying to forget all the times I let someone down
I've tried to cry but my emotions are motionless
Life's hard, full of gravel and still cushionless

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