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Suicide kinG Oct 2019
You told me once,
You love it
when it rains,
when the sun sets,
when the stars shine.
We used to sit under sky,
Embracing each other's faults,
Sharing our deepest secrets,
Telling each other,
How our day went.
Sipping our favourite coffee of life,
With our favourite playlist.
Suddenly, silence prevailed.
Everything went numb.
Fireflies were making the
environment outlandish.
You held my heart. While
Looking in each other's eyes,
We makes the greatest lies to ourselves,
.
"Will you stay forever?"
I used to ask.
"Forever,
No matter what". That's how you answered.
whatever happens?
Whether you are happy or sad.
Whether you are laughing or crying.
Weather it's cold or warm.
Weather it's raining a flood.
Whether it's day or night.
I'll be there with you,
For you, forever.
We'll fight. We'll cry.
We'll argue. We'll blame.
But I'll not let you go.
I'll love you,
Till sun rises.
You're mine,
Till stars shine."
I will stay by your side.
Self meditating......
Suicide kinG Oct 2019
So fragile, so beautiful, and so… mysterious. I wonder what secrets the interesting ones like her keep?
She is the one with quirks and stories embedded in her character. There is humour in her jokes and twinkle in her black eyes.

“Why do you let her hurt you?”
.
Because she makes everything in my world look fantastic. I feel a little less lonely when I’m with her. I am in love with her and there is nothing I can do about it. She keeps me away from What Ifs and Maybes.

I’ve loved her all through my grumpy mornings and abandoned nights. When I am wasted or when sobriety hits me.

No, don’t tell me that she doesn’t deserve my love only because she never looked at me with love, held my hand with gentleness, or stole a glance when I looked away. I cannot force her to love me. We make our choices in love
I’ll let her break my heart in a heartbeat to have that privilege of having her so close to my heart, yet so distant.

Her smile is still the closest to heaven I ever get.
I will break if I don't write about you, and I will break more if I write about you.
.
Queen
More of a pros than poetry......

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