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He
He is the Poem
I wanted to write
 May 2015 Can You Be My Trophy
Rj
I would like to sincerely apologize to everyone for being a disappointment
I got them
You do to
Why can't we
Settle this feud
One on one
Like there is none
In our heads
If you
Happy
So am I
How will I know
If you keep them
locked away with your
mouth zipped
Eyes shut
The most broken people
always have the most beautiful smiles
those who are the saddest, always have the kindest hearts, the most kindred means. Those who are the saddest, always have the most to offer. Embrace the beauty in which we call melancholy.
And sometimes, I think I was just a moment in someone’s life;
like a rock to stumble on, or a craving satisfied.
And what's painful is that someone, means a lot to you.
She is a distant star, where no one could ever reach.
The brightest of them all, the name everyone would call.
She has everything she wanted, needed -
Like a blackhole that ****** up my whole galaxy, where my little faint star fell in love with;
the only thing that makes my evening lightened.


I am just the Sun, who stood there in the daylight and stayed until tomorrow; that offers my very warmth and life -


“We are the same right? We both paint up the sky and scatter sparkling glitters in this universe…” I asked.

She answered me; simply…


*“Our only difference is that, their eyes are on me"
You said you wanted to grow my heart deeper,
but I never thought you’d dig it out of me;
leaving me lifeless.
It’s better to make you hate me, and go on.
Cause I just can’t leave you even if I have more than a dozen of reasons to.
"I am translucent."* I said laughing.
Though deep down it is what kills me.
That I will never be clearly visible to you.
As long as she's behind me.
I've been through illusions- feeding up my delusions.
I called this love- while your's infatuation.
Love or infatuation?
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