Lilac Sky and Red Rose

If only our hearts have the power to choose to whom they belong maybe life would be easier and maybe I would have your hands in mine but would it? would it be easier? but how about them? how about those who have been craving the same hands as me? how about those who have been craving my hands in theirs? how about those whose hands you've been craving in yours? bylilacrose // the Unfairness of Love

"She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city." (-Roman Payne // The Wanderess )  She had always said she was a Wanderess , but perhaps it was before she met him. The one who made him want to be owned, to belong to him. bylilacrose // When She Was a Wanderess

Listen, you deserve to be happy but dont ever make someone or something to be your happiness or depend your happiness on them–that would be the biggest mistake you would ever make. You should make your own happiness and you should be the one who controls your emotions, not them, not the way they treat you, not the way they feel about you. Because dear, eventually people will leave and things will disappear. In the end, all you have is yourself. Please, know your worth. So if anyone ever make you feel less worthy or less you, the only thing you have to do is run. Run and never look back. bylilacrose // Be Your Own Happiness

because the butterflies didn't fly when his figure embraced mine like it did when her hand stroked my hair and the world didn't stop when his lips touched mine like they did when her tongue said my name because she made me happy in a way no one ever could and he could give me the world  while she gives me words but I would still choose the latter I always would bylilacrose // Her Over Him

I'm a broken piece, falling from high expectation . Thought you could fix me would only hurt you picking up my fractions. My wings were harmed when I fell down, and you gave me your arm, taught me how to walk on the ground. I told you I was made of galaxy without the stars but you insisted on lighting the fire and burning the scars and I remember about a boy in my past, who had seen the real me but didn't last, who tried to fix me then turned his back; So if your determination fell down after a while I wouldn’t be surprised   but the disappointment could still be seen through my eyes. Don't feel bad, remember that I have gone through the same mistake before we intertwined, remember about the boy that once was mine, wasn't his fault I was vulnerable I couldn't be fine. bylilacrose // About How You Can’t Fix Me aku adalah sebuah pecahan dari sesuatu yang jatuh oleh harapan tinggi kau yang mencoba memperbaiki hati hanya akan ber...

Where are you? The sky is clear tonight but I don’t see my star. It’s been raining since Thursday night but tonight when I thought I could finally see a glimpse of your light before the clouds hide you away, you are absent from the sky. Come back here, love, I have missed you. If only you knew, it wasn’t me you should hide away from but the clouds—with their depressed colors and darkest shades of gray, the ones that took away your light or simply cover it but you were too shy to break free. I would offer you my embrace but I knew it would only drift you away, for you had been scared all your life to collide your dust and result an impact, so big you could crush your all. “It’s the irony of the beauty,” you said. “Then how long are you going to keep on running from the stories that have been written before us?” I replied. A long pause. “How are you so afraid of deceasing into nothing when you’ve been practically dead all this time by avoiding to shine?” asked me again. ...

Mayhaps it was the way you talked or the way you didn’t, the way you kept it all in silence yet it was so loud within my mind. I swore I could hear all the chaos but they were all blurred out, not a single word figured out. ‘Am I being excessive?’ ‘Is it just my heart playing tricks on me?’ But how would one ever know if the latter kept her doors shut, windows closed, and walls up high, ‘I still can hear it, you know, underneath them all’, I said, ‘would you let me in?’. Silence. Just like the previous sentences that never made it out of my mouth, scared that I’d cross your line and you’d run. So I kept my mouth shut and smile on. Put on the mask and play pretend, you are fine and I don’t see you picking up bottles of an ocean worth of emotions and all the things I would never know. bylilacrose // the Unspoken

They said that love is blind and they were true, because I was holding a girl so tight, scared she would slip away, I kept her in my embrace. I was so drawn to her I was blind I did not realize she was long gone and the one I've been holding is her shadow made up by my blinded mind and foolishly hopeless heart that she was still there or that hopefully  her body would eventually find her way back to her shadow. bylilacrose //  Shadow