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They say we are
What we believe we are,
So I guess
I was the only one
Who believed in
What we could have been.
Loving you
Is like
Walking on
A bridge
With every
Piece of wood
Falling
After my
Every step;
There is no
Turning back.
Loving you is like
Seeing the first lamppost light up
Then watching all the others
Shine one by one.
 Sep 2015 Maven Dorosa
Moksha
In this life I only saw emptiness

Such emptiness that swallowed



Me. Whole.


Even when I looked into a void

It resounded with the truth, behold!


Life cannot imitate the void,

For it is emptier as it unfolds.
When I think of you,
My pen cries tears,
And I'm hoping they will send to you
The words I wish I could say,
The words I should have said.
I guess I have kept these feelings for so long.

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