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Every soul
I swore an oath not to lose
became the ghosts
I learned to carry
in silence.
Everything we're scared to lose always end up losing them.
It’s strange
how people bring flowers
to your funeral,
but never when you’re alive.

And no—
I’m not talking about the flowers,
or death.
Some are just some without a thing for the living.
I had you
In times
I never look for anyone.
Butterflies wander inside me.
I thought it was love

Yet here I am
Making another poetry
About
Another mistake.
Failed love
I spent
A long time
Waiting
For words
You'd never say.
Never ending
You left.
And my soul withered like a flower.
Waiting for death
to come.
Truly, I know
it
would be sorry
For coming late.
Nothing but emptiness.
What poetry
The destiny has
For having us met
Just to break apart.
Suddenly, everything is dead and gone.
DNA
And if all words
aren't enough to describe
how much I love you.
I'd use my blood as an ink to this pen.
For you to know,
that even if I have nothing to write.
The poetry written
within me,
is you.
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