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Apr 2018 · 482
Devil’s chorus
EB Poetry Apr 2018
My head swims for freedom
But its given a swimming pool
Enclosed with drowning thoughts
Limited- replaced with your words.

This was no sea to explore,
No song to stick.
But few lines so horrid, so hurtful
As though horns had struck my mind
Leaving me in vein of those
Who have total control.

Soon i had forgotten all those good times
Soon i had forgotten all the bad as well
But there they were- your chorus
And that filled up all there ever was.
Some people underestimate the effect of words. Yes, actions are more reliable and definitely effective but words are not meaningless. Personally, what people say about me is the least of my concern because everyone is going to hate. But specific words get to me. This poem is about a *someone* who was almost my everything and i thought things would only get better. As soon as that someone said so and so, everything changed. This inspired this poem.
Apr 2018 · 476
My Dear Flower Pot
EB Poetry Apr 2018
I lifted your spirits and kept you going
I thought i knew my way, my path
But i was struck on a hill and had to stop
You fell, my dear flower ***.

We had good moments, we had good talks
But when you hurt me bad I hesitated
Then you took off on your own.
I thought you’d come back.
I waited and waited
Like a moon to abide
The waiting of warmth
So that i may ride
Once again.

My dear flower ***, my half of soul
When you left I couldn’t find you again
For you fell too deep I couldn’t recognize.
I tried to forget, i rode alone
Took off on my bike not knowing i was prone
To getting lost- so lost.

Now there was no one to help
No one to lead
I started walking by myself.
What was the point of riding a journey
With no company as lovely as you were
My long gone flower ***

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