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 Jun 2016 Kishamore
Victoria
my self control is failing

those tiny moments of happiness have been prioritized over the hours of analysis and regret
 Jun 2016 Kishamore
Sru Wils
Words
 Jun 2016 Kishamore
Sru Wils
They are the revenants
Flung from the pits of her soul
To perish on her withered lips!

As her hopes descended
Through the stony hallways of his heart
Into a world of wrath and scorns!
 Jun 2016 Kishamore
Prathipa Nair
Missing me hurts you
So badly as hell
Assuming me not
In need of you anymore
Imagery of me as cruel
As a selfish devil
Turning your face
Hating me to the core
Why not you understand
So clearly as well
Yearning for your love
When you **** me
In your silent mode
Missing you makes me
In need of you more
As you miss me
The way to the core
When I say I love you more,
I don't mean I love you more than you love me.
I mean I love you more than the bad days ahead of us,
I love you more than any fight we'll ever have.
I love you more than the distance between us,
I love you more than any obstacle that can try to come between us.
I love you most.
 Jun 2016 Kishamore
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Point B
 Jun 2016 Kishamore
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and even after all the fights
I think I fought,
I am still afraid

no matter what happens
- after I post this hundredth poem -
I don't want to be afraid anymore
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