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 Jul 2020 Sreeyaa
Ineffable
Pain
 Jul 2020 Sreeyaa
Ineffable
I don't know what's worse,
The pain of losing you.
Or
The pain of saying goodbye
Life is nothing without you, we're going to make it. I'm sure we are.
 Jul 2020 Sreeyaa
Aparna
For I shall find refuge
in the clysmic currents
of redemption.  
...                      ...
Run wild over me
 Jul 2020 Sreeyaa
Brandon
My fate
 Jul 2020 Sreeyaa
Brandon
If my fate is to love you
From a distance
Then I'll burn for you
Like a star in your night sky
Bright, steady, reliable
Unwavering
Until the end of time.
Times when the heart doesn’t feel its own beat
Lost, maybe some part of it forever displaced
Work makes sure, time is passed
Together, still doesn’t help
Stuck in some redundancy
Maybe, they work well, separately
Time and work
Maybe it’s for words to see
heart grown cold
tears ran dry
hands made to hold
turn to fists to fight
 Jun 2020 Sreeyaa
Meera
I Love You
 Jun 2020 Sreeyaa
Meera
didn't your heart stopped for a while
before making such a weighted declaration

didn't your lungs gasp for air
before these words could escape your mouth

didn't your voice tremble
while speaking these words out aloud

how casually you said them
like you didn't even mean to

but why am I scolding you now
'cause once it's said
it doesn't matter
it doesn't change anything

the words have been said
the blood has been drawn

and now there's no turning back
'cause mortals aren't allowed to fall in love with Gods
how can I lose you when i never had you to begin with?
 Jun 2020 Sreeyaa
BigT
Softly
 Jun 2020 Sreeyaa
BigT
Softly now and melt away, the pain begins to dim,
Softly now the fog surrounds, she wants to be with him,
Softly for the passage of time, the wind upon my face,
Softly for the emptiness of a long ago embrace.

Softly now for precious things, the fragile and the frail,
Softly as the touch of snow, that melts upon the dale,
Softly as the candlelight, that flickers round the room,
Softly as I hear my heart, boom, boom, boom .

Softly is the hush of night, her breath upon my chest,
Softly as the touch of silk, my hand upon her breast,
Softly in the dawn of day, she’ll take my breath away,
Softly when the petal falls, her name you’ll hear me say, softly, softly, softly.


Tony
30/1/1999
 Jun 2020 Sreeyaa
Lee Matvey
A wilted flower,
plucked by a scary black crow,
growing in new dirt.
It's been awhile.
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