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 Jun 2018 Survived
Jack Huang
I am chatting with a stranger
Her smile did not change
My brain is screaming danger
But my heart is out of range

This girl right in front of me
I could read her like a book
How great it once used to be
But a word was all it took

The yes in "yes, I love you"
A young man's confession  
I didn't know what else to do
Than answering her question

The truth truly ripped us apart
Our roads became divided
And I was left with a broken heart
But once again our paths collided

And now I look at her again
As she was the skies above
A stranger a lover, a friend
A girl I will always love.
 Jun 2018 Survived
She Writes
Dust
 Jun 2018 Survived
She Writes
She can’t tell who will leave
and who will stay.
Instead she chooses
To push them all away.

Being vulnerable
Is her greatest fear.
Her heart is too guarded
To let someone near.

So scared to be loved
Afraid to trust.
If she is broken again
She may crumble to dust.
 Jun 2018 Survived
Nayana Nair
Do not tell me your secrets.
Do not open your heart.
I have done same mistakes.
The boundaries that you erase
for the sake of love,
can never be made again.
It is a sad thing to bear
for you will always feel the hands
of your love
whispering of death.
They leave everytime
and yet death doesn’t come.
 May 2018 Survived
Mayuri
She came as an angel
So selfless and divine
Showed me a world
Filled with sunshine
She brought this gleam
Of a million mornings
And spread her charm
Without any warnings
She showed me dreams
Dreams so fine
Taught me to live
And I took that as a sign.
The girl that pulled me out of the misery he left me in.
 May 2018 Survived
Saloni mann
Eyes
 May 2018 Survived
Saloni mann
Everyone you meet has a story to tell!
You just have to look into their eyes deeply
Sometimes people try to express themselves but are not able to do so!
Sometimes people hold themselves back from expressing but their eyes tell it all.
The moment she blinked her eyes

It disappeared in the vast.....

Her wishlist wasn't large
Just that he seemed bit too far...
She loved but could not ask

The sky is full of sparkles
But can you please come again and
Light up the dark

Dear Shooting STAR
I am the king of my pieces,
where the king owns the game,
my pawns are gone,
my knights are slain,
my rookes have fleed,
and my castles decayed,
all is left is me and my Queen,
she protects me,
like a cloak of safety,
I don't want to end like this,
no, not this way,
in this game of where the king controls,
I want to save her,
I want to protect her
its not supposed to be the other way,
I try to help,
I am useless,
I am weak,
I cannot do such thing,
it is not in my power to,
I'm afraid to lose my Queen,

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