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raicyd Sep 2018
i'm
     sorry
         that
             every
                     word,
                              i
                                write
                                      bleeds
                                               in
                                                  dark
                                                          ink...
                                                   scratches
                                              on
               ­                             to
                                     your
                              skin,
                         like
                   pen
                on
       rough  
papers...
           i'm
                sorry
                         if
                              i
                                     don't
                                              use
         ­                                              my
                                                        words,­
                                                    the  
                                            way
               ­                      it
                         should
          be
      when
i
write
             you.
i'm sorry if i write my poems from the way i should feel...
raicyd Sep 2018
found myself again,
amongst the faceless crowd.

and i saw you ahead,
persistent sunlights your hair.

i'd go after you...,
but cold feet is my middle name.
:)
raicyd Aug 2018
darling,

without the moon chasing and the stars wishing for you,

you wouldn't survive in the dark...
do you stare at the same star every night?
raicyd Aug 2018
how many times do i have to say it?

so you could stop,

do you stop when you hear my voice hoarse from screaming?

no, you kept going.

but you stopped though,

the moment i scratched myself and let out blood.
:(
raicyd Aug 2018
ever get those words flowing into your head?

and you have this urge to write it down.

because you know if you don't,

it'll be lost forever into the abyss of your mind?

i get that a lot...

and i can' write it on my phone,

because i'd  miss that sound of my pen scratches through the rough paper.

and sometimes,

its the only sound i hear in this quiet room.
i can't wait to go home
raicyd Aug 2018
how many times,
should we keep on saying it?

"next time,"

I've come to hate,
that word.

it is the only word,
that stops us from seeing each other.

and I'm scared,
that someday our "next time," will be

"never mind,"
when will be that next?
raicyd Aug 2018
O, my lonely heart,
alone as ancient art...

I have grown cold,
should I try to be bold?
should I?
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