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“Commitment is Circumstances”
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“A strong woman just needs to be loved strongly”
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“Life's cruel hand has carved me hollow, My soul aches beneath its silent weight.
No bitterness resides within,
Yet, I long for solitude's gentle touch.
Let the world fade like falling leaves,
Their voices mere whispers in the wind.
I seek solace in forgotten corners,
Where silence echoes my pain.
Sunsets weep, staining the sky with sorrow,
As I walk the path of sadness.
No anger dwells in my fragile heart,
Just the desperate plea:
" leave me alone - leave me alone.”
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No bitterness resides within,
Yet, I long for solitude's gentle touch.
Let the world fade like falling leaves,
Their voices mere whispers in the wind.
I seek solace in forgotten corners,
Where silence echoes my pain.
Sunsets weep, staining the sky with sorrow,
As I walk the path of sadness.
No anger dwells in my fragile heart,
Just the desperate plea:
" leave me alone - leave me alone.”
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“Stay Awake. Stay Alive.”
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“Drinking coffee with your ex is healthy. It's good for the soul.”
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“I’m Fine
I stand on the precipice of solitude,
A tempest raging within, unseen by all.
They depart, like autumn leaves in the wind,
Their absence a hollow echo, a fading call.
I don’t care who leaves my life,
Their footsteps erased from the sands of time. The bonds we wove, now frayed and brittle, Yet I stand resolute, unyielding, in my prime.
The pain, a searing fire, consumes my chest, Anger coils like vipers, venomous and cold. They say love is a balm, a healing touch, But what if love itself is the blade that unfolds?
I lose them, one by one, like stars in the night, Their constellations fading, swallowed by the void. Yet I cling to my essence, my fractured soul, For in this desolation, I find strength, unalloyed.
I don’t care who I lose, for they are but shadows, Their laughter, their tears, mere echoes in the gale. As long as I don’t lose myself, my core unshaken, I’ll wear this mask of indifference, my heart’s veiled tale.
So let them depart, let them fade into oblivion, I’ll stand here, battered and scarred, but alive. For I am the tempest, the flame, the unyielding force, And in this fractured existence, I’m fine”
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I stand on the precipice of solitude,
A tempest raging within, unseen by all.
They depart, like autumn leaves in the wind,
Their absence a hollow echo, a fading call.
I don’t care who leaves my life,
Their footsteps erased from the sands of time. The bonds we wove, now frayed and brittle, Yet I stand resolute, unyielding, in my prime.
The pain, a searing fire, consumes my chest, Anger coils like vipers, venomous and cold. They say love is a balm, a healing touch, But what if love itself is the blade that unfolds?
I lose them, one by one, like stars in the night, Their constellations fading, swallowed by the void. Yet I cling to my essence, my fractured soul, For in this desolation, I find strength, unalloyed.
I don’t care who I lose, for they are but shadows, Their laughter, their tears, mere echoes in the gale. As long as I don’t lose myself, my core unshaken, I’ll wear this mask of indifference, my heart’s veiled tale.
So let them depart, let them fade into oblivion, I’ll stand here, battered and scarred, but alive. For I am the tempest, the flame, the unyielding force, And in this fractured existence, I’m fine”
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“Silenced by the world, I stand alone,
My voice unheard, my thoughts unknown.
The pain inside, it cuts so deep,
A wound that's raw, that cannot sleep.
The silence is the most painful part,
It tears at me, it breaks my heart.
I scream inside, but no one hears,
I'm lost in darkness, consumed by fears.
The world moves on, but I stand still,
A prisoner of my own free will.
I long to speak, to make a sound,
But silence reigns, and I am bound.
The pain is real, it's all I know,
A never-ending, endless woe,
I can't speak, I can't fight.
It's painfully poetic
how this heart has been silenced.”
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My voice unheard, my thoughts unknown.
The pain inside, it cuts so deep,
A wound that's raw, that cannot sleep.
The silence is the most painful part,
It tears at me, it breaks my heart.
I scream inside, but no one hears,
I'm lost in darkness, consumed by fears.
The world moves on, but I stand still,
A prisoner of my own free will.
I long to speak, to make a sound,
But silence reigns, and I am bound.
The pain is real, it's all I know,
A never-ending, endless woe,
I can't speak, I can't fight.
It's painfully poetic
how this heart has been silenced.”
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“In the quiet of my hollow existence, I yearn for solitude’s tender embrace. Let the world fade like autumn leaves, their voices mere whispers in the wind. Amid forgotten corners, silence echoes my pain. Sunsets weep, staining the sky with sorrow, as I tread the path of sadness. My fragile heart harbors no anger—only a desperate plea: “Leave me alone, leave me alone.”
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