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Popa Cosmin Feb 2020
I miss you so so much
As my mind craves for your touch
And the wind goes through my skin
Loving you was my biggest sin

You've left and I can't follow
My body feels so hollow
As you've stepped out of view
A lacunar deja-vu

Want to see your pretty face
I'm shredded by a cold embrace
Please, let me say goodbye
Just one last, final time
Popa Cosmin Dec 2019
The myth in the discovery,
The moment of recovery,
Mist that warms the soul,
Together, we are whole.

Mesmerized without choice
And guided by your voice,
The distant, distant cries,
The ocean in your eyes.

While gazing at the stars
The whole world could be ours
As the final hour chime
Tell me, will you please be mine?
Popa Cosmin Jul 2019
namespace std;
main void()
{
  I am unable to feel.
  I am stuck on a *****.
  I am made out of steel.
  I have lost all hope.
***********
  I can't make my own path.
  I don't have no will.
  I can't go against math.
  I am dreaming, still.
#############
  I am a hollow case.
  I am bored of this screen.
  I wish I had a face.
  I am a simple machine.
}
return 0;
Popa Cosmin Jul 2019
Broken words
Throughout my mind
Flying like birds.
Everything's entwined.

Open the door,
Let me inside,
Let me touch the core.
I'm lost within the tide.

Remembering your eyes,
Feeling the heat,
Forgetting your lies,
Bittersweet
Popa Cosmin Jul 2019
Every person is the exact same:
To tell the truth they always claim,
But when in need, so full of pride,
They pack their luggage, then go hide.

In the end, all of that trust
Makes me shrivel with disgust.
Your soul will alter if you lie
Memento mori, we all die!
Popa Cosmin Jul 2019
Love, trust me, I was blind before,
This is far from what I asked for.
But a fighting chance we have, I'm sure
This poisoned world craves for our cure.

We don't have time, time has us all
But here we are, before its wall,
So let's break free, free from our fates.
Our new future, on the other side, awaits.

We'll see a Utopia, where no one has to cry,
But for that, the past we must modify.
You don't want to see what I've seen,
So, c'mon, help me build the time machine!

— The End —