you were seen walking through
those years you have forgotten
someone tried to tell you something
many things not relevant
you made many minds up
without even trying
and your own mind made many a decision
this is your unique reality
the sum of all that thinking

I'm the quiet girl who wears her skirts too short

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When I can no more
depend on my moon
to shine heart and heaven

Pen and poetry sleeping
beside me, not even a
wee word further coming

Red roses growing grey
with days, my eyes shut
for the last time

When my heart beats
seeming slow with time,
the last leaf falling from the tree

When the final bell rings for me
can I call you?

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

The exposure of the world through          
my eyes is weak:

Visions of gardens
Silk flowers and twisted vines, I'm afraid,
Are no longer symbols of beauty
I cannot tell sadness from joy
My future is a broken compass.

I am free, but I have nowhere to go

I am in love, but with nothing in particular.

You're so addicting
You're like a drug
And *******,
Am I ever hooked.

And I'm stuck.
Not necessarily in a place
That is bad- just inescapable.

I'm lost in you.
It's quite lovely
to be lost in you.
So I'm okay with being stuck.