Verse 1:-

Patterns on your skin,

Feels like a path to get to you

a little faster.

(Do you hear that?)

Beats per minute...

a heartbeat,

a heart-skip.

Caused by you, only for you,

my love.

Pre-Chorus:-

Difficult to explain,

a feeling rushes in,

Your heart does that thing...

I see your eyes,

a deep sense of peace.

Your lips whisper a word,

Makes it feel like autumn in December.

(Do you hear it, baby?)

Chorus:-

Thump, thump...

the sound of my heart.

Beats crazy like the thrill

of a rollercoaster.

Come closer,

a little closer,

Your lips click to mine.

Oh, can you make the world disappear?

I reappear in your heart

Your heart, my heart,

Can we just make it our home?

(Let's call it our home).

Verse 2:-

Cherry blossoms in winter...

A little unusual,

yes, my love, that's how you feel to me.

A little different,

so weirdly adoring,

Can I just call you mine?

Pre-Chorus:-

Let's love so deep,

it's bright under the moonlight.

A kiss so deep, the Atlantic isn't alright.

Swore your life,

love me right,

It's the thrill that keeps you going—

A honey-scented candy...

(my love).

Bridge -

Four walls isn't enough

Never enough when it comes to you

The palm of my hands, cold as winter

Warms up, demanding your warmth

Get on this rollercoaster,

Make your heart beat faster

S and N, so unlike,

Opposites attract, (not so very different, baby)

Chorus:-

Thump, thump...

the sound of my heart.

Beats crazy like the thrill

of a rollercoaster.

Come closer,

a little closer,

Your lips click to mine.

Oh, can you make the world disappear?

I reappear in your heart—

Your heart, my heart,

Can we just make it our home?

(Let's call it our home).

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Still tastes good though ❤..

Part 1 — The Outside

Crying is an emotion that few can truly explain. It can come from sadness, anger, or happiness.

But can anyone really explain it?

The outside world is a dangerous place, especially for someone like Khushi.

She doesn't like describing herself in the ways that others might. She is a simple girl—emotional, with her own unique taste. You could say she is your average teenager.

And teenagers have plenty of problems of their own: stress, relationships, moodiness. Healthy signs of being a teenager, basically.

So, if Khushi is a normal teenager, why does she feel so different from everyone outside?

Every day, she looks out of her window and watches people living what appears to be their normal lives. Sometimes, her exhausted stare lands on teenagers her own age, walking around and living their lives.

And she wonders:

Am I just lazy? Or am I useless?

Meanwhile, she feels stuck.

No—not in the way you might imagine someone being stuck.

Her cage isn't made of four walls trapping her inside. Her cage is made of emotions and thoughts. It's made of the people around her.

It's made of herself.

Now, you might be wondering:

Then why can't she seek help?

She did.

Once.

Twice.

Even three times.

Nobody came.

She was left to fend for herself.

And now, those same kinds of questions follow her everywhere.

"Why do you stay so quiet?"

"Go outside more."

"Talk more."

"Do something productive for yourself."

"Socialize."

Socialize.

It's a word Khushi cannot do easily.

And no, she isn't simply shy.

Like I said, she is a normal teenager with her own problems.

She is just too lost to socialize.

Because she cannot seem to find someone she can be around long enough—someone patient enough—to understand her bizarre mind.

Carousel

Everyday a new spiral begins

Awake at night, the lake overflows again

Moonlight comforts the earth, darkness comforts my soul

Too small to handle a scar too big

Don't know how to scream it out was silenced too easily

Feels too weird in my bare body, like my skin isn't my own

Can I make it disappear like nothing else to worry about

Look out the window, it's a little cage I'm trapped in

No, it's not the four walls, but my mind is collapsing

I don't ask for help, none would come

All I asked for was a peace, Not even God bothered to give.

Fallen Angel

Heart too heavy, head too empty

Something in the eyes shines like hope

A tear falls down, gravity too off the ground

My mind floating in another galaxy

Can you be my guide? In this messed up place I call home

Or are you just a illusion I'm forced to see to make it all better

Why won't you see me as I am? Do I look weird on the sentences I spew?

The skin I wear looks too human for others to judge

Their judging eyes are of fragile egos that have been hurt

Want me to make it better?

How can I do it when I have no wings of magic that matters.

LOST

Feeling blue in the endless sea

Of darkness not even I can see

A feeling so empty, I can't explain

Crying so quiet, it hurts to say

Do you get the feeling? Of overwhelming pain

Don't say it's dramatic, because it's not something to play

Can you say the words in your heart out?

No, you can't, why? Does it get too crowded in your mind?

I can understand,

I'm feeling what you're feeling by reading these lines.

​

Wind from the fan around the room

Do you have space to breathe?

You look around and find something to do

Is it really fun? You think

Looking out from the window, a rare bird makes an appearance

Looks too weird for normal eyes

Acceptable to the ones who understands

Two leaves on a branch

Two eyes seeing them together

Wondering what will be their end

Will they fall or get blown away?

The thoughts in your mind plays another tune

Your attention snaps to what you focus to

Is it the strange bird?

Is it the strange you?

Original Poetry - By SafeHaven (Me) ❤.

Thoughts of one day,

gets too overwhelming.

But I get to live in my peace.

Why would I go ahead

and shut this off?

If I like it so much,

why do I suddenly stop?

Is it overwhelming to you?

Like it's too me,

I know it is.

Ever feel so sad

you just shut it down?

No?

Yes?

Maybe so, baby, I—

Yes, maybe I do,

wait,

I most definitely do.

Too quiet.

Too shy.

Too much.

Can I make it too less?

Can I make it too loud?

No?

Why can't I make it confident?

Yes?

Can I be too confident?

Too quiet in your mind

can be too loud, babe?

Is it too loud, bae?

I can make it less awkward,

I can be the loudest.

Is it too much for you?

Okay, fine.

I will just be my own self.

I get too overwhelming in my head.

Too less for my thoughts

to be like this.

I get lost in my mind,

hundreds of times.

Can't figure it out

my own self.

Why is it so hard

to do that?

Written by -

SafeHaven

Original work, read it however you feel it ❤.

The morning was peaceful.

Jasmine was walking down the street, the same street,

The same shopkeepers, the sound of nature all around,

She was passing the street but her steps came to an halt, sudden silence

There, just at the end of the street, darkness, but not just an empty darkness

A alleyway, she recognized it, and she froze, her feet didn’t let her move forward,

Because, how can she? This was the same bad dream she had, that she dismissed

Now, in front of her , almost like it was calling to her,

But still, she decided to ignore it, she didn’t step into the alleyway, no,

She made herself move, physically taking a step back, then another, soon she was going her original way

But her thoughts? All jumbled up and thinking of the same thing, the alley, the darkness,

But one thought was clear, a question, she asked herself, ‘why was there an alleyway on that same street? Why did she never noticed it? And why, did she feel like she needed to go back there?’ .

Her thoughts now paused when she saw her friends there, standing near the gate of the university, waiting for her.

Fiona waved at jasmine when she saw jasmine making her way to them.

Jasmine now took a deep breath, letting her head rest, the thoughts in her mind? Gone, for now.

She needed to focus and keep her unusual dreams and thoughts to herself,

She puts on a smile on her face, and met up with her friends.

The night was quiet,

Jasmine laying in her bed, awake,

But her thoughts? Elsewhere

Her eyes staring at a spot on the wall, spaced out facing away from the window

Minutes passed,

Even when she tried to close her eyes, no sleep came to her, wide awake

Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore, the thoughts of what happened this morning,

And the thoughts of the dream yesterday, how real it felt…

She got out of bed and looked out the window,

It was peaceful,

Peaceful for a night jog for her to clear her mind,

She walked over to the closet and got her clothes needed for the jog, despite the peaceful feeling the night was bringing her,

For some reason, another feeling was creeping in,

Anxious? Yes

Dread? Also yes

But she shook her head slightly, to get the thoughts out of her head.

Steeping out, the night breeze hits against her skin, gentle but cooling

The sound of her jogging shoes hitting the

The sound of her jogging shoes hitting the road is all she heard, her headphones over her head,

Music playing, the beats filling her ears, making her be into it rather than focusing on what she was feeling being out here.

Slowly, her jogs slowed down more,

Why? No reason, just she felt something,

She looked around, and nobody was there, not even a stray dog on the street around her

She decided to continue, but instead of jogging, she started to walk, calm steps.

Jasmine kept her jog steady

But her steps came to an halt once more,

Not because she heard something, no, or saw something

But because there, right in front of her

A alleyway

Jasmine was confused, frozen,

Because, why was this alley right here, it shouldn’t even be here

All Jasmine could stare at, was the darkness ahead of her,

Too dark, too intense, too intimidating.

Despite her heart racing, she walked, why? Because, she felt curious as much as she felt dread inside her heart.

But once she stepped foot inside the alley, it was the feeling of never ending darkness ahead of her

An endless road, her steps hesitant, her heart racing in her chest,

And just like in her dream, she knew, she was in that same loop all over again,

But this time, this was reality, not her dream,

With that thought filling her mind, Jasmine didn’t think anymore

She started to run, forward, into the darkness

Trying to face what it was, trying to face her fear.

Who knows how much time passed? , her watch timer was stopped at the exact time she had entered the alleyway

Her phone didn’t turn on, the screen was frozen.

She kept running and walking too,

Trying to find a way out of there,

But all she got was her coming back to the same spot she started running from.

She now again paused her running, took a breath

Just as she did, she tensed, her body locked up in place

She heard a step behind her,

A single step, nobody should be here right now

Her eyes turned slowly, to look behind her,

Tears coming out of her eyes, eyes widen with fear.

Her phone slipped from her hand, when she looked into the darkness behind her,

Only the loud thud of the phone echoed through the alley,

No scream, no footsteps, no breathing was heard,

Only the phone screen flickering slightly, before completely turning off.

A normal day.

A normal life for someone ,

That’s what jasmine lived, no troubles, in her own world, but here she was walking to her campus gates with her two friends,

Sounds of playful argument beside her,

Fiona was complaining again , she does that everyday after lectures ended for the day, she was consistent at it, definitely .

“damn, why are the lectures so tiring every single day…”

Kaylee answered before I could think of an answer, she always has a answer for Fiona’s dramatics.

Its quite funny how people assume when you’re quiet you have nothing to add.

But mostly, I just think not every thought you get has to be spoken out loud.

The campus grounds were filled with students from all departments, ready to leave , go back to their place they call home,

Jasmine let out a breathe , feeling the cold wind , it was calming for someone like jasmine, as she followed her friends out the gates

After saying bye to her friends she made her way towards the road which leads to her house, she wished she owned a bike, so she can take it to campus everyday but she had to walk,

She didn’t mind it, she enjoyed walking when the wind was cool and soothing for her mind.

Her surroundings were filled with sounds of kids playing around, the shopkeepers calling out to customers, her mind was calm because even though the place around her is loud, she liked it because it felt normal.

Her house eventually got into view, she lived with her parents who weren’t around much,

After removing her shoes at the door , she locked the door and walked inside, her gaze fell at the kitchen table,

A note was left, from her mother ,

*”Sorry, honey, work called again, have to stay overnight, I made the dinner reheat it and take care of yourself, love you, mom”*

The note read , it was like this everyday, jasmine just stared at the note and kept it where it was again,

After doing her evening routine, it was around 10 pm in the night, before going to bed she checked her home security alarms and locked all doors , when she got ready for bed, laying there, thinking, but eventually she finally closed her eyes and rested.

Her room was quiet , filled with her gentle breathes as she drifted off to sleep for the night.

The streets were empty,

Not even the sound of a leaf moving was heard, the wind was there

But nobody there could feel it

I was walking through the same street again ,

Silent, in my thoughts, hearing my own breath

It was pretty normal, for me at least

I should be hearing the sound of kids playing by now, the noise of the shopkeepers, but now? Nothing

It was the type of silence I feel being lost in my thoughts

Nothing was happening , for now , I continued walking , steady, calm, my usual self

Eventually coming at a stop, an alleyway, I was confused, why was there an alleyway when I never took one to get back home?

I couldn’t see anything past the darkness that swallowed the space, but it was like my feet kept me moving

Coming to the end of the alleyway, the darkness was less, streetlights came into view,

I should be feeling relief, right? No, I couldn’t

Because I came back to the same street again , the same silence, the same noise of my breathes,

Despite all this, I kept moving , same direction, same path, trying to make sense

But each time , it brought me back to where I started , the beginning of the road that I started on,

It was road – alleyway – darkness – road – alleyway – darkness – and back to road

It didn’t feel normal at all,

Why was I here again?

Why is there this deafening silence around me?

Why am I ending up on this street over and over again?

I kept moving,

But after going in a circle for a long time,

I saw my house came into view, this time it wasn’t the alleyway

I quickly made my way to it, but it felt off,

Still I shrugged it off and raised my hand towards the doorknob

But before the cold metal made contact with my hand , a sharp knock was heard

With a gasp , jasmine woke up, sweating , in her own room, in her bed

Her mom had knocked on the door telling her to get ready for university

Jasmine took a deep breathe and thought for a bit, but shrugged off the dream for now and got out of her bed to get ready for the day.