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 Jun 2018 a M b 3 R
ryn
Surely
 Jun 2018 a M b 3 R
ryn
As sure as the night
into day will turn,

the soul would clutch
at the scars we still earn...

And the skin would miss
just as the heart would burn.
 Jun 2018 a M b 3 R
forestfaith
Cold walls, death glares,
Someone's hurt, nobody cares.
No matter how close,  still far apart.
The only greetings are the blank stares and avoidances of people, and the distance between heart to heart.
Heads down, eyes shimmering, shimmering in the blue light of the black screens.
Is love just simply loving the significant other?
So downward this society.
This city.
It's so sad that a kind greeting is an indication of someone weird.
That simply being kind is too hard. Too weird.
A stranger.
So downward this society.
This Babylon of today.
Is going to fall someday.
I hope that we could finally break this cold walls.
That the only way to break them is really as simple as smiling to another,
waving to a stranger.
It really isn't that hard to let love.....is it?
Is it hard to love? It's so sad too that feeling loved is so hard.
 Jun 2018 a M b 3 R
Ola Radka
Let the silence in you
Be your everyday guest.
 Jun 2018 a M b 3 R
Renee
Silence
 Jun 2018 a M b 3 R
Renee
Silence
A beautiful word
but yet such an empty meaning
Usually it means you're alone
which is an empty feeling
I drown myself in silence
it's so heavy and thick.
It smothers you,
and you can't breathe.
 Jun 2018 a M b 3 R
Hayley
If silence is golden,
What is noise?

If silence is golden,
What is a whisper?

If silence is golden,
Why don't we treasure it more?
 Jun 2018 a M b 3 R
Rupal
Silence
 Jun 2018 a M b 3 R
Rupal
Silence is not keeping quiet
because you have nothing
to say...

Silence is having a lot
to say but no desire
to speak...
 Jun 2018 a M b 3 R
Natalie Neo
FATE
 Jun 2018 a M b 3 R
Natalie Neo
F ate is when we go
A way from each other only to come back
T ogether stronger and continue staying together for
E ternity and whichever comes after.
Fate
is
so
fickle.

Where
our paths
once
crossed,

I
never
see you
anymore.
Your being here
Is a testimony of fate.
That your existence alone
Is the reason for my existence.
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