~If you’re going to call me beautiful

I never wanted to find eyes of you,

Holding a memory of my body.

Rather would love to be part of your sight,

That reveal its less what the eyes sees and more what the soul feels…

Its the soul, No body😊

For the beauty of what I am on the outside,

For the beauty what you see.

Will some day fade away,

and eventually it’ll force me to think, really? Was it me? 😀

If you’re going to say these words to me,

Then I want voice of you…speak to my soul,

That you really have taken time to dig deeply into who I am on the inside,

and tell me …who could love me less and love my soul more. 😇🚬

/loverhater/faqeer

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Let Me But Dream

The night is long
And there are no stars
Let me but dream
That the long fields gleam.

With sunlight and song,
Then I shall not long
For the light of stars
Let me but dream
For there are no stars

Dream that the ache
And the wild heart-break
Are but things that seem
Let me but dream
For there are no stars.

~Dreamer….

Wild Soul

Drunken by the moonlight, she heard faint whispers in between the forest leaves but she abandoned fear and was lead by her dreams.


As she danced with the shadows of the monsters in her head …the wild lived inside of her and untamed was the heart that kept her curiosity alive to every inch of that. 


She found passion in the night, the way sun gave the moon its light as she’ll never let their tame dim her wild light. 


She never wanted to belong, but she wanted to be free. And in this profound life, she chose to give her love to the things that set her free. 


The wild found her and with it she ran, as she was always away with the fairies as much as she can. 


And with the naked heart, she found the artist that lived within her soul. Colors flowing through her veins, bring life to her wild, as much as her insanity can define her… utterly the matter cannot be told. 


The warmth of the sun like a fire in the flame, rising with the shadows that could never be tamed. 


Who am I? _____But a broken soul! NO… A survivor with an untold story of madness and beauty  … 🚬 which will make your blood run cold.

/loverhater99 


~Moments Of Mine :)

Many a times, felt completely damaged beyond repair. As if the brief moments when I thought I cared were nothing more than a pain and could never hide the despair. 

But there are still those moments that let me know this heart of mine is indeed alive, When it feels more than just what’s necessary to simply breath and survive. 

Sometimes these moments cause as much pain as joy inside. And make me wonder if it was wise to share the things that I confide. 

But I’ll never regret a single time I’ve opened up and tried because I’d rather stand in a storm than be afraid to go outside.

/loverhater…