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If only we were perfect
Flawless -
Like a photoshopped picture
That's been edited and re-edited by several fingers
Multiple eyes that make sure there's not one edge missed

Perfect like silk or satin
Flowing effortlessly off a womans back or drapery in a mansion that's only ever cleaned to remain inimitable

Flawless like the stars and the moon and the comments in the sky
Accepting wishes and listening to dreams

If only we were made to last

But nothing I know is made to last my dear, and we are but two truly imperfect individuals searching for the same fountain of youth like the rest

In all these years I have yet to encounter flawless in us - and regrettably it takes this to realize that we are not made for each other
I could have seventeen thousand likes
But there's only one I want
Seventeen hundred heads turning
All but the one I wanted to respond
I feel like I'm seventeen again
Begging for your attention
Seventeen million empty faces
And I'm unable to make a connection
Life line linked to you
From one thousand seventeen miles distance
Building a wall of strangers and space
Is my way of showing my resistance
Your aura breathed blue
My aura breathed red
Your blue breathed my aura confused
My fierce red tried hard to refuse
But your colour seemed too beautiful
Your toxic air swam too plentiful
And my red fell into something weird
A pit that left my fiery colour smeared

Your colour densely mixed with mine
The thickness of such fog left me blind
And while i was slipping into a vibrant purple
I forgot that we were but weak mortals
My red was colliding with your blue
And i was happy
But then you decided,
that purple wasn't the colour for you

-fir.m
This is a mere poem about how someone's influence changes you and what a possible outcome could be. While he was flirting and encouraging her into him, parts of her was changing into him and the girl he fell in love with was no longer there. While she was happy to becoming one with him, unconsciously losing pieces of herself, he could not find himself loving the character she had become, the character he lead her to become.
Inspiration
you fill my mind with visions
and eyes with scenes.
You fill my pen with action
of dancing words.
A playground for a writer to scribe
And reader perhaps to dream.
Inspiration
Learning never ends
No matter how deep we dive
No one comprehends
A mystical path, everything's alive

No ordinary tends
Before has not abjured the hive
Exists a grave in each bend
Meat from the fat one may rive

Scarcely a trend
At the end, shall he then thrive
Time, no one spends
In the state, one in a million may arrive
Clouds wrapping the sun
Repressing flow of spectrums
A delightful play
Just a haiku try...
Once upon a time,
There was a girl
Who met a Shakespeare
They were from different places
With the same passion, poetry.

She was hopeless, until now
He was all set for a bright life.
She walked in darkness
Then,he filled with light.
She had fallen once
Now he's there for a hand.

He was her Shakespeare
she loved his every lines.
He welcomed her into his world
The world of outstanding poetry.

she felt her ship has anchored
After a long journey in the Pacific.
Thought of writing a poem for my Shakespeare
I dreamt within your atmosphere
our sun and moon collided.
Exploding brilliance everywhere
your ghost and I confided.

Enraptured so inside your glow
there's beauty in your power.
I watched you dance across your web
demanding every hour.

You waved your might to light the night
You've won with no resistance.
Then took flight far out of sight
and left me in your distance.

Suspended in your gravity
our stars and souls divided.
Quick to live the memory
my troubled mind provided.

I woke beyond the summer long
and felt in me your magic.
colors fade, the forest wept
on life so frail and tragic.
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