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Another something something... We always had each other, didn’t we? Promise to stay forever, hopefully. I thought eternity just begun, Didn’t know it was the final set of the sun. Maybe forever has an ending Coz we’re further descending Amidst a gloomy separation Until you’re gone from my vision. Still I’d keep playing our song, Though it feels painfully wrong Coz you’re no longer here to share What once was true and rare. I’d keep... Read More
The sky has always been blue Complimented with clouds of white It was under this sky that I met you And the sun was brilliant in its light. Under this sky, two lovers met Their eyes full of life and love With promises to be forever kept They vowed, in witness of the sky alone. It was the sky who’ve seen it all Passionate lovers’ reaction at heart The smiles, the love, the dramatic downfall The sorrowful cry as they depart. Their hearts are fill... Read More
Constant I used to have goosebumps in your warm presence So I tried to erase these emotions this sinful offense I thought it was just mere attraction I felt But then you look at me and my insides melt This denial was the sickness I frequently get For pushing you away for I have goals set…. The day of our departure was that one cold night And I know you will not free me without a fight So I just left you with this goodbye letter Hoping that this will atleast m... Read More
Canto V You were my definition of perfection,My heavenly symbol of expression...You were the wonder that my mind can't comprehend,Who made all the rules of reason to bend So I broke the rules of right and wrongAnd frequently wrote it in songsMy scale of judgement becomes destroyed,when all I thought about is your prescence I enjoyed I never had this yearning for you beforeA yearning everytime I get to see you open the doorI've never been obsessed this long, In poems like these a... Read More
Route I think of you, in this time of night Two sides of my mind are starting a fight A tug of war between making a decision, To take a selfish route or make a martyr’s tradition… Taking the selfish route would mean being happily insane Be the winner of the contest so our happiness remains… But because I know regrets will always let us remind That there are all these problems left behind Taking the route of a martyr’s tradition, Is just turning away from... Read More
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