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XIII Sep 2017
To you who rekindled
The fire that was long extinguished
Who thawed the frozen heart
Until it was beating again
To have the numb emotions
Feel again
To you who dug the corpse
Of a dead poet out of the dirt

You didn't mean to
But thank you

For making me feel human again
For making me feel I can write again

I thank you
XIII May 2017
Love is like taking in
an injured bird
with broken wings.
You nurse it
back to health
so that one day it can fly again.
Finally it did
leaving you wishing
that it'll someday return your feelings.
But there it is flying
like a fvckin'
b*tch.
Heartbroken,
but then
another chirped
and you give in.
XIII Jan 2017
Even backstitches moves forward

...

So, why can't I?
XIII Jan 2017
You could’ve been the next dedication,
the new inspiration,
But you are the once in a blue moon,
the impossible mission

I could’ve written you a poem,
of love, hope, moans and passion,
But I cannot step outside the zone,
because you already have your own
XIII Dec 2016
Oh how sad it is to smile a sad smile.
XIII Dec 2016
I had to prove that I love you,
by letting you go.
XIII Nov 2016
The sun and the moon
within different timezones
can never ever meet,
and so they wished
for an eclipse.
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