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amuba Apr 27
I had a dream
I ran and ran
And ran and ran
I saw something
Far away like a sparkle
Flickering its light
Alone in the darkness
Telling me to come closer
My eyes opened!!!
I thought I saw you
I was wrong
Coz' I woke up next...
Dream within a dream, how often do you have those kind of dreams?
amuba Jul 2021
Without you, I just can't live
This thirst, this curse, I just can't
Without you, oh without you girl
I'm nothing, nothing but a broken man.
I'm nothing, nothing but a broken man.
amuba Nov 2020
Oh girl I couldn't get you
Took you for granted
I should've listened to my heart
But now its too late
Too late to forgive me
For what I did
Even though you told me so
I couldn't get you
Now, now I'm just a lonely man
A lonely lonely man
Without you, without you
I am nothing but a broken man
I lost you, and now its too late.
amuba Apr 2020
First line talks about you
Second line keep asking why
Third line blames the world
Forth consoles and told me to hold on...
you are in my head
amuba Feb 2020
Mirrors on wall
The last layer of skin
Falls under the feet
Crackling noise finally
The raw and naked
The moment created
The soft and vulnerable core

Wooden palette and the hand
Cigarette and the long fingers
Black velvet, smoke and the lips
Ring and the nose, flamboyance and the body
Just one color dipped deep
Inside the empty canvas
Words spoken and the red lips-
"Yellow is the color, the true one"
Color painted on the empty canvas, this time just the true one.
amuba Jan 2020
I see it
I see it all
I see it all grey
I see it all grey colored
I see it all grey colored world
Only through these eyes are they grey
All the colors of the world turned one
These eyes only see the deficient
These eyes turned them grey
These eyes turned them
The eyes of lack
I see it all
Filtered vision
amuba Dec 2019
Twisting my wrist
Tangling the string
These things that I make
Will you take one glance?

Every movement
Every second of me
Every sweat and pain
Every breath and stray lane
And these things that I made
Will you take one glance?

Desperation and frustration
Raw view and vision
Before me
I’m never free
Hey, anxiety
Hey, worry

Drinking this pain
Wishing the best
Twisting my wrist
Tangling the string
These things that I make
Will you for once take a glance?
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