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  Apr 2016 Arun C
cleo
Love to write  poem every night,
Poets have a wide heart,
In poetry, they cried,
It's another way to justified.

It makes them feel satisfied,
Every poem that they write,
It makes the readers inspired,
Every emotion they have inside,
In their poem, they applied
A poet can die but their poem  will still be notified.
#poem
Arun C Apr 2016
When that was then
and the past was pure
when yesterday straddled oblivian
and hopes to futures tend
when dreams blew against the wind
and wild hearts did not know sin
  that was when
I did not know what to say
but moonlight and fireflies still lit our way
yes that was then
which then's were when
but still I was with you
and
that is all
  Apr 2016 Arun C
Gidgette
I drown,
In the depths of your eyes
I should feel shame
But to say it is a lie
I'm lost in your touch,
The smell of your skin
With you,
Hell is worth our sin
To taste your lips,
Breathe your breath
I would die
A thousand deaths
I will stand at Hells gates
And smile passing through
Just to know
I'll burn with you
  Apr 2016 Arun C
Peach
Whisper,
A careless caress of emotion
Stolen through unwilling strokes
I lack all innocence
Memory is my greatest sin

Tell me something
Tell me anything
Because I'm living,
But long dead
Trying to define what isn't mine
I'm loving who I need
Beggin' never leave

We play a different story
One last melody
Always mine

My stars lay by your side

© Peach
Sunrise
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