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  May 2015 Meggghanq1
Asim Javid
Growing Old is so disheartening
filled with too much stress, perplexity and charade.
Getting older made me to envision the malice in society
and the world we live in, which is
full of rapacious and self-centered human beings,
lack of compassion and division of people
on the grounds of ethnicity,
economic inequalities .
I have realized that childhood is the prime phase of life,
where worries were the least ,
and i was  ignorant from the cruel facts of life.
I wish i was just a child and had not been
exposed to cruel facts of life.
Meggghanq1 May 2015
I miss that laugh you do when you say something silly
and regret it after
I miss when you check my reaction to what you're saying
and mirror it
I miss how you play argue about anything i say
I miss you looking to me first
I miss being your shoulder
I miss when we talked every day
I miss you starting the conversation
I miss you
Meggghanq1 May 2015
Can I miss you even if I never really had you
Meggghanq1 May 2015
It hurts to keep moving forward
But backwards is unbearable
you got this
Meggghanq1 May 2015
Everything is going to be okay
Meggghanq1 May 2015
Sometimes the one who smiles the most during the day
cries the hardest at night

Sometimes the one who is always there
Needs someone to be there for them

Sometimes the ones who try the hardest
Get it the toughest

Sometimes life isnt fair
Sometimes no one will be there
Meggghanq1 Mar 2015
I** wish you didn't see ugly when you looked at me.
I'm so sorry I am the cause of your damp eyes.
I want to help I really do.
How can I tell you that although i'm completely honest
it's your eyes that lie. The tears tears cloud your vision.

I'll explain;
I see the whole picture, I  must focus on every detail. I dont mean to or necessarily like it this way but I do. I can't ignore anything that is there. Really, I just do my best to be fair.

You look too close at your reflection,
ignoring the beauty seeking ''perfection''
I become cloudy and then wait for the the water droplets
or lightning to break me.

I look when you can close your eyes, I stay focused as you dream of colourful skies. Well my eyes are hot lightning from all the storms.
I don't mean to start them I swear I don't. It's not easy for me remember.
I am without the ability to console.

So next time you see me how about a smile, reflect your inner pretty soul. not a stare, eye contact is tiresome, not for too long
just a smile and move along.
Bold
Let's go all inner pretty:)
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