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(like all firsts, you
may bet)
it hurts        (but
through the second, third, fourth and nth)


time
(it does the) hurts
all the more,     just
to make it


perfect; to seem as though

    magic


my heart    (could be red
not for)

it bled
for you


more    (for it is
     more)    than


a tatoo
often
when it rains
the sun was out
pitter-patter       harder
louder than echoes
of memories returning
when it rains
the sun was out  there
was no rainbow
17th of May 2009
May all my thoughts go
flying, like birds scattering
on an exodus.
I have never wanted to
cross.           The bridge
was empty              and
in        utter desolation.
I saw you wearing earrings
yesterday. You were like a star,
an angel from the
skies that landed in front of me.
You are so beautiful. It hurts
me to think that like
a star, you are
faraway, somewhere
I could never reach. You
are an angel, and
I was blessed. Yesterday,
I just wanted to
look at your face, your earrings, and
stroke your hair gently behind your ear.
No matter
how near you seem,
I cannot hold you. Still
I want to always stare at
you, my star,
memorize the constellations of your body.
Recollect memories of how it was
to be with you – forever near, yet
so far. Is yesterday
going to come back as soon as
my earth spins towards your direction?
I just want to see you
and your earrings.
Old memories have         filled
these boxes, of             years of
quaint memories.  Remind me
how it was.                      To be
filled             with memories is
a                                            gift.
Sleep won’t
come; here in my bed
I lie. To you, saying
I don’t want us back
is setting you free. Setting us free
is putting my heart in chain. What you want,
it is something I cannot give. You
should be sleeping soundly
now; my time should come
but sleep won’t.
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