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Zee Feb 2021
Fine, I get it
You don't like it anymore
Fine, I get it
You wanna see the world some more
But promise, your eyes will never change
Promise your eyes will never look me away
Your eyes shall never see the same to anyone else
The way they saw me the first time we met
The shine, the sparkle, the beauty they hold
Is what drove me crazy, and made me so bold
Shall I remain, or may i not be?
Your misty-eyes I will always believe
With warmth and wishes buried deep within
I hope once again our eyes shall meet
A Promise that yet remains.
Zee Feb 2021
Out of the ordinary,
out of the blue
Tired of it's reckless life;
it wanted to blew.
I'm just a hefty spare ,
it thought to itself
Never knowing what it was;
intended to do
Trying to fit in,
but all in vain.
despair of it's life ,
Just bearing through.


"Non see how majestic I Am
My fine polished tread; matte black hue
Yet I just hang through all my life sad "
Ending it's life by the great old tree
Just becoming a swing for children and beings
Giving life to a spare tyre I wrote how it feels being a spare.
Zee Feb 2021
I will surely feel lonely again
I might die inside too
But if it makes you happy,
I'll celebrate my death with you.

Don't look over your shoulder
And wonder how I've been
You already did enough for me,
You've given me your best.

But if we ever meet again
Ask me how Im doing,
I'll give you a sudden smile
And say "I'm fine" again
You did it again. You left me , broke all your promises. But I'll be fine.
Zee Jan 2021
Sometimes youre pale
Sometimes you're high
What you don't realize
Is you're passionate inside
Look for the advantage
Look for the fines
Falls matter less
When you're building a hive
Follow the impulses
Follow all your dreams
Happiness must conquer
The sorrow till eve
It's important to never give up. Happiness shall come to you, only you have to try harder.
Zee Jan 2021
Somewhere in the dark gloom
Is a place where the flowers bloom
We shall meet again perhaps
In the blue light of the moon's presume
I may not know where it roots
It has already gone through it's doom
The flowers blossom, it's vital slay
Now and here my words shall loom
It will not ache, it may not yearn
Whatever the case, it shall not fume
Invite it again but as a friend this time
Thus, here I stay as of it's boom
Fear stays forever with us til our last breath. It is because of fear we want to give out our best. Fear will always come to us but it is to us if we invite it as a friend or foe.

— The End —