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The newlyweds stood next to each other,
Smiling widely as they finally came together.
Fingers entwined,
As their thoughts unwind,
Of how strong their love is for one another.

But far away,
By the cake display,
There stood their friend,
Who had attended, but otherwise pretended.

As she watched, her thoughts went wild,
But she managed to put on a bittersweet smile.
She's happy for them,
Together they shine like a stunning gem.

But she can't shake it off,
The feeling that made her go soft,
When she realised she would never be like them.

Never,
Ever,
In
A
Million
Years.

Well, that was before he came along.
He came into her life pretty strong,
His laughs as sweet as a song,
And when she laughed along,
It was the greatest singalong.
When I’m not there,
Would someone care,
And notice that I’m gone?

Would someone think of me?
Miss me?
And if so, who?

Would someone do anything just to hear me,
With that voice like the waves of the salty sea?
Would they stack a gazillion files,
Just to reach me on my mountain to see my smile?

Would someone’s chest be an empty black void,
And feel like they’re being toyed?
Cause I’m gone, not there,
For them to smile at and stare.

And when I'm there,
Which one of them would care,
And have a glow so bright,
That could light up the darkest night?

But who?
And if there was someone,
Would I think of them like that too?
It’s crazy how a moment with you,
The ones that has no rhyme or tune,
Can turn into a memory.
And how that happens is a mystery.

One second we were in the moment,
And the next I could only lament.
Khadi Alza Jan 21
You
Soft, dark ringlets,
Scattered across your brow.
Your hands covered in trinkets
And holding a soft linen gown.

A crooked smile on your face
And deep dark eyes ablaze.
You, with the tie of lace,
The greatest thing to gaze.
Khadi Alza Jan 14
I stepped foot in the bookstore,
Shelves upon shelves filled with books.
I ran to explore
The books pretty looks.

One caught my eye,
The one I always wanted!
But I can't lie,
It's pretty expensive, and I feel like the price is haunted!

But I bought it anyway.
I wouldn't skip a chance to leave it alone.
I ended the day,
With purchasing a book I've always known.

I flipped it's delicate pages,
It's smooth texture rubbing against my hands.
With words that can make me waste ages,
And making me want to stay in that land.

A good read I must say,
But...

I found the same book online.
Although it had some tears,
The price was quite fine.
It could save me a ton for years.
An offer I could not decline.

Arghh!
If only I bought that one instead...
Oh, well.
The book was trial of apollo btw, if anyone was wondering
Khadi Alza Jan 14
I was pulling out my hair,
I just wanna shine!
So put on your war paint.
I had a dream so big and loud,
That somedays you're the only thing I know.
I paint my face with glitter in the morning light,
'Till I saw blue-haired boy.
Hey,
It's cruel you know.
Khadi Alza Jan 13
I guess we're like paper.
The handmade ones I mean.

Before that, we had a sheen,
We were a large empty sheet.

But sometimes we've broken down
Into useless little pieces that would make one frown,
And can't find a way
To fix ourselves in less than a day.

But you can't just tape paper
When it's ripped by life's alligator.

You have to make something new
With that familiar thing, you once knew,
And mix it up with unfamiliar things,
So you can give that paper some zing.

Now it's something new.
No longer the thing you once knew.

A thing with a past,
That if stood alone, would not last.
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