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1.4k · Oct 2012
Your Element
May Tiwamangkala Oct 2012
I always thought that my mind was like the universe, limitless.
Seems like I can't shake you off my mind, I'm thinking you're the best.
So when the world ends, you can escape into my galaxy.
You could use up all my resources and take every part of me.
And when the tide gets high, I'll give you my last breath
Let the water crash by, together we can outlast the pressure.
And if mountains crumble, you'll always be on top
I would never let you fall, give you support nonstop.
So let's ignite this love, it is what I only desire.
It would never be cold, I'm your friction to your fire.
Your tough attitude impelled this cipher.
You wanted to leave because I harmed my safety.
I was ready to jump off Earth, but your words of lucid air saved me.
And for that I owe you my world, in fact you already have it.
Your essence is a hundred percent pure of my element.
1.1k · Oct 2012
Arising Villian
May Tiwamangkala Oct 2012
Last time I loved, I took a dagger
To the heart.
We were supposed to make it last!
Little did I know
I threw a hundred daggers back
With my selfishness and need for an escape,
While she suffered holding back the needle.
Held her tightly with my clammy hands
As I begged for her on my knees.
"No more lying." I forced out my clenched jaw.
She stared into my deep sunken eyes
And said it would be the last
Moment of her presence, she, my crutch that held
Me up to my dangling life.
I fell hard onto concrete when her love collapsed
And left me down because she never looked back,
But I recovered and rose
Into an unforgiving villian
With a judgement that there is no love
Just tragedies.
749 · Oct 2012
Training of Sound
May Tiwamangkala Oct 2012
Sounds illuminate love in the brain
Like with a treat to train a dog sit.
Click, click for the memory is trained.

A simple song can always explain
how hearts feel when people commit.
Sounds illuminate love in the brain.

You had my love but you put it in veins
Secretly and never seemed to admit.
Shoot, shoot for your memory is trained.

So when the word spread and put me in pain
About your lies, flakes, and daily fix,
Sounds eliminate love in my brain.

Down the bottle because it's hard to contain
The memories of us before we split.
Gulp, gulp because the memory is trained.

I tossed music we loved down the drain
Filled with love lyrics that were unfit.
The sounds illuminate love; how insane!
****...****, still my memory is trained.
Villanelle

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