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Kaya Jul 10
I might seem a bit mystic but I’m good at heart

As a small garden rakes over my eyes and a head digging in and scrapping away

She says,

My heart is like a cleft pomegranate
Bleeding crimson red,
And dripping every seed on the ground
It’s ripe and over-full,

My dissatisfied heart,
My heart it is more human than I,
More than life itself

Often
My heart cries but my eyes are dry,


And behold my friend
This is what I call my brief tragedy of flesh

So set me free and away
So I can lay at peace
Kaya Oct 2019
I have mastered the art of hating
Only for the hope
That someone will love again

Because love is a simple illusion...
A empty tragedy
Roaring in the hearts of strangers,
In the face of desire

My disbeliefs will get me killed
But there’s no such thing as love

If you choose to love
You lose your soul
To whom it once wholeheartedly  belonged  

You say you are full of love
I say you are deceitful...
Beautiful to destruct

Your love is
Intense feelings of deep affections
Those are what I call lifeless sorrows
Unforgettable pain

To whom you give hope
In the name of love
Kaya Sep 2019
You are one of the many flowers that blooms
Yet you stand bold
Bright
And still

Still vase
Still vivid
Still striking

Chaos and order
Your call

Love and despise
Your cast

You rise
Brush the destruction
And all that is left of you is
A single corolla

...In my mind
Kaya Sep 2019
The sky is
A graveyard of stars

And I remark
Something so tragically beautiful

Just like fireworks of art
From here to the nearest star

And I wish
I could lay awake
In the night

With you
And our lingering hearts

And tell you all about a tragedy
Called life

— The End —