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I'm sorry,
careless words turned into a mess.
What meant to be in jest,
was hurtful as you have confessed.

I'm sorry,
until who knows for how long.
Forgiveness you gave to move on,
you said, stay here where you belong.

I'm sorry,
for I didn't mean to hurt you.
Knew I am bound to **** up,
do I really deserve you?

I love you,
you were unexpected.
Changed my life for the best,
I realized I'm so blessed.

I love you,
inside I'm scared shitless.
if I lose you,
my world would be meaningless.
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Feel like crying,
What should I do to be deserving?
When you are giving me everything.

Self doubts started coming.
How can I stop this from happening?
Am I really worth saving?
how can this be happening?
No one has ever held me the way words do*.
Loneliness & Imagination
two friends of mine
whom I keep by my side.

Loneliness was a bit sad
getting bored occasionally
but imagination was happily high
carrying a garland full of lines.

Both are unique,
and without two of them
I am nothing.

I choose to hang out with them
Gave them food of emotions
with sweetness of my closeness
Kissed & hugged them tight
for making me artistically alive! <3
Creative time is the best time.
I don't mind being alone when
creativity caresses me from within
my heart & soul.
Roses are red, violets are blue
Sugar is sweet and perhaps so are you
But the roses have wilted, the violets are dead
The sugar bowl's empty, and your wrists stained red
The sun isn't shining, the sky isn't clear
There's no silver lining cause you're no longer here
Rain keeps on pouring, there's no end in sight
You're laying there frozen, so far from the light
Your beauty's unreal, your smile the sun
But time can't be turned, nor your actions undone
The words that you wrote that I only read
"I love you so much, please don't cry when I'm dead"
The bond that we shared; a love that ran deep
The pain that we shared; a friend I could keep
I wanted to hold you to wipe the tears from your eyes
Been there the moment you said your goodbye
I want to forget but most times I don't
I want to let you go but I know that I won't
Tears on my face, memories burned in my head
The roses are wilted and the violets are dead.
Somewhere between
our unconventional hello,
and now, our almost good bye,
I lost a piece of myself to you
that I'm never getting back.
A piece that will be left behind and forgotten.
Now I'm back to being broken.
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