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Everything about you has changed
your hair and your feet,
the way you walk, that day
when I had to hear you talk
the pain makes me bleed.

Oh dear ! how it used to be
the fresh smell of your beauty
the gentle grip of your wrists
tangled uncombed hair on your shoulder
your crisp smile filled with purity

Your presence now rakes up all those memories
               what once was divine serenity
                  has now become an eyesore
                   for how much ever you try
            the only thing you can never hide
                 are your big expressive eyes
   I can see myself in them, tattered and beaten
these will keep reminding me again and again
and such is to bear this pain, it will never change
Times change, humans change in their body and nature. But the only thing that remains constant is the eye, since birth eyes are the same and that is why they are able to tell the whole story.
you. my thoughts are always about you. every single day. and i can't stop it. here i am just thinking about everything. i can't sleep and it's times like this when i wish you were here. i miss sleeping with you. just being able to lay with you and talk until we both fell asleep. it's what i miss the most. it was the only thing about our relationship that felt...normal. like you were actually right here next to me. you just had a way of making it feel like you were really here when in reality you were a world away. your voice by my side all night was enough to make me feel safe and at ease for once in my life. a feeling i can't even remember. i don't even remember what you sound like now, how sad is that? ****...i just want to stop thinking for awhile. i'm so tired.
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the greater the darkness
the more the light is

VISIBLE



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soulsurvivor
I'm gonna let my light shine
The darkness can care for itself

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She tameth
The wild beast inside mine soul..
She's a beast tamer...
the other day I picked a flower
It was a long walk home
I like this one because it smells nice
But I don't really like flowers
I don't know it's name
Nor am I aware of its connection to the tree

By the time I got home
It Looked tired.
Didn't smell as nice anymore
It made my journey good though.

But I didn't notice
That it started dying
From the moment I picked it.
It kept its smile and never lost face
And it made it seem okay
To take it along with me
Now it's dead
Because it lied.
Let it mean anything to you, or nothing. But here it is.
She is the ocean,
and you:
painfully aware of her finitude.

and you
want to be the universe,
fire and chaos forever.
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