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hold it with care, this thread is thin.
It's the first day of the seven lives
I'm one end of the thread,
and the other is yours.
There can be a lot of longing in between, right?
paper or card
plastic or glass
ribbon or wire

if it's meant to hurt, it will.
During the 8th month of the year 2013,
you Showed me how deep love can be
How amazing it was to see.

I opened my door to someone
I opened my door to Viki,
who I thought won't leave
With just his smile and glowing teeth,

Now on 25/08
I wouldn’t say that I’m torn apart.
Because,
You let yourself in and became my part.
-How much can a body stand?
How will you know when It’s my time to move on? Simply you don’t. Because it’s not your decision to make. Nobody can pursued my heart to abandon my feelings anymore. If I talk like I have, and if it satisfy you that I have, then too bad I can’t help. Doesn’t mean that I will and I have to.
I saw your car at the back of my house
I imagined myself smashing through the back door to hug you tight
and let your eyes burn into mine.

When i’m alone,
I close my eyes to feel like i’m with you.
It breaks my heart
when i open my eyes to see nobody but just the love that you left in me.
What if
I was the one who died?
"Trad? I haven't see you in one." He said.                
"What if i'm a brat?" I replied.
"I will drop you flat." He replied.                

"Is this you? My baby?" He asked.
"Your baby. Yes my tobby." I replied.
We stood under the rainy clouds and stared.
Blood dripped blared and draped.

"Is this the last Viki?" I asked.
"Shhhhh" He shut me.
"Now i'd say this is the last" He said smiling.
"Why? Was it a blast?" I asked tearing.

"No. It was a wax. My gold wax.
You." He said fading away.
You can say everything about everyone.
Turning around you can only see someone.

You can say you’re made for someone.
Looking back you’ll realise that it’s all beyond.

You can try to make rules and promises.
Looking forward you’re only left with days and faces.

Love or war you might think.
War or love it can be.
Everything happens in a flow.

— The End —