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This was once upon a time.
Once a time when,
Jack Daniel at 2 pm
When doubtful smirks,
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Awkward smiles and creepy stares.

This was when,
Music only meant dancing
No lyrics,
Loud beats you not know of
When e-chord was no valued
This was when,
Hatred started to grow
Distance took its toll
When two became company
And three, crowd.

Dongaala
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Let's make memories and hold on to them.
Let's talk about love and my old rustic pen,
The velvet capo, the lavender land.

Let's share love and forever hold hands.

Dongaala
Then one day,
she decided to let go
off the heaviness.
The one thing
she loved most about
was her hair
and
she took
no second thought
to rip that off..

In hope
to feel lighter,
to forget memories
that made her bitter
but babe'
what she didn't know...
This thing called love
shuts when it wants to,
reaps when it wants to...

She had no power to it.
She was helpless.


She is helpless.
I take the blame
if that saves it.
You're a one night stand
But we spent too many nights
I lost count of it.

You're that unexpected kiss
On a drunken wasted night
Of vomits and *****.

You're that awkward hi
Exchanged by strangers who
Thought they both knew each other
But were clearly mistaken for another.

You're the bruise that turns blue
When I accidentally bump my leg
On the corner of the bed.

You're the scar that I never
Knew I had.

You're the bittersweet taste in
My mouth every morning.

You're the last thought lingering
In my head before slumber takes me
And you're the vagueness that
Haunts me in my dreams.

You're the scalding hot shower
In a cold freezing morning.

You're the boiling tea that numbs
My tongue for the rest of the day.

You're the obsession
I will never learn to let go of.

You're that person I will
Never get to call mine.

You're the one that got away.
It terrifies me that we only get a limited amount of time with people. And that some people get more time than others who should have. I’m forever envious of those who’ve gotten more time with you than I have. That I may never get to be with you as long as they have. That our time is running out. And I miss you already. And I never want to say goodbye. At first it was slow, late nights in your car and afternoons in my bedroom. But now it feels like it’s happening all at once, like you’re doing a snow angel on my heart and it keeps getting bigger and bigger. Kissing on the sidewalk, holding hands in your coat pocket because I forgot to bring gloves. Wandering around museums and having hard conversations on your couch that make me love you even more; even when the air becomes glass, I can’t stop thinking about how lucky I feel to know you. That there’s no one else like you. My heart aches in your arms and aches when we’re apart. And I just want to be as close to you as possible, for as long as possible, because you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, and I love who I am when I’m with you.
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