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 Mar 23 Chetan
Aoang
Colours
 Mar 23 Chetan
Aoang
Your soul touched mine,
So I was born with your love,
Blooming on my face.

It drew intricate patterns down my arms,
full of crevices,
filled with your unspoken love.

It rippled across my torso,
In gaping blossoms,
Fruit of your gentle yearning.

It winds down to my ankles,
Caressing each step,
Holding me close to your heart.
An angel's kiss
 Mar 23 Chetan
Arii
You bring out the worst in me
And I can’t believe I didn’t see
Your true intention.
No wonder there was alway so much tension

When we’d

Sit around and
talk about

A future that we
didn’t have

A future that I couldn’t see
A future you took away from me.

It doesn’t sting,
it doesn’t burn.
It tastes bitter on my tongue,
but it doesn’t hurt.

No, I won’t let you get to me,
no more,
I won’t let you wreck me
any more.

Leave me be, and
maybe you’ll see
You’re not who you make yourself
out to be.

— The End —