This was inspired سے طرف کی a prompt in the Fanpop Writer's Group: "Write 20-40 lines about love without using the words love, passion, desire, favor, regard, heart, need, want یا longing."
It sounded like a fun challenge, and the prompt fit so perfectly into my idea of a good snarky/sweet/best-friend romance, so I ran with it. I also drew inspiration from (of all things) some of my پسندیدہ عملی حکمت couples; mainly Ed and Winry from Fullmetal Alchemist (LOVE THAT SERIES SO MUCH), and Ichigo and Rukia from Bleach. I love both relationships because this is exactly what they are. Unromantic romances. I love those kinds. =)
Love
Ours is not made of roses and candles
یا daydreams dipped in sunset's gold.
Ours is not spun of fairytale's flax
یا starry gazes to fix and hold.
For candlelight flickers and roses wither
And dreams, however sweet, will yield to dawn.
No.
Ours is the unromantic romance.
Sprawling, stubborn, untidy,
Covered in bruises and گھاس stains.
But
A soft and subtle warmth creeps in,
Slowly,
To temper the rough edges.
We نگلنا back fear to taste the change;
And with clouts and embraces applied when necessary,
We steer our friend-ship into deeper waters
For ours is the journey
Comprised of pain and promises,
Tears and joys,
Arguments, denials,
Reluctant realizations, awkward steps,
And a few quiet moments
To drink in the delight of
Knowing another Self.
Ours is the dance
Of blindness becoming sight,
Brokenness being healed,
Strength filling weakness;
Two wills
Entwining together
To be forged, ever stronger, into
One.
And ours is the mountain, firm and forever;
Standing through the storms of Summer
And the snows of Winter,
Taking the beauty,
The glory,
And the hardship
That come with every season.
It sounded like a fun challenge, and the prompt fit so perfectly into my idea of a good snarky/sweet/best-friend romance, so I ran with it. I also drew inspiration from (of all things) some of my پسندیدہ عملی حکمت couples; mainly Ed and Winry from Fullmetal Alchemist (LOVE THAT SERIES SO MUCH), and Ichigo and Rukia from Bleach. I love both relationships because this is exactly what they are. Unromantic romances. I love those kinds. =)
Love
Ours is not made of roses and candles
یا daydreams dipped in sunset's gold.
Ours is not spun of fairytale's flax
یا starry gazes to fix and hold.
For candlelight flickers and roses wither
And dreams, however sweet, will yield to dawn.
No.
Ours is the unromantic romance.
Sprawling, stubborn, untidy,
Covered in bruises and گھاس stains.
But
A soft and subtle warmth creeps in,
Slowly,
To temper the rough edges.
We نگلنا back fear to taste the change;
And with clouts and embraces applied when necessary,
We steer our friend-ship into deeper waters
For ours is the journey
Comprised of pain and promises,
Tears and joys,
Arguments, denials,
Reluctant realizations, awkward steps,
And a few quiet moments
To drink in the delight of
Knowing another Self.
Ours is the dance
Of blindness becoming sight,
Brokenness being healed,
Strength filling weakness;
Two wills
Entwining together
To be forged, ever stronger, into
One.
And ours is the mountain, firm and forever;
Standing through the storms of Summer
And the snows of Winter,
Taking the beauty,
The glory,
And the hardship
That come with every season.
Don't...
Hate me...
Don't...
Touch me...
Don't...
Hurt me...
Don't...
Save me...
Don't...
Rape me...
Don't...
It's the same now,
whenever i see the emptiness
in your eyes,
this coldness in your eyes
is killing me,
but your hands are still warm...
And i know,
oh i know my دل still
belongs to you,
and آپ hate me,
oh آپ hate it...
آپ hate my pure love,
but your hands are still warm...
And i want you,
oh i still want you,
but i'm scared,
oh i'm scared,
and now i see,
oh i see the emptiness in your eyes,
this coldness in your eyes
is killing me.
But آپ don't care,
you'll tear my soul over
and over again.
And آپ hate me,
oh آپ hate me,
'cause i love آپ so,
oh آپ hate my pure love,
and you're smiling to my pain,
but now i see the emptiness
in your eyes,
oh now i see so clearly,
but your hands are still warm...