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I built you a bridge,
then I broke it down heartlessly when you were halfway across
.......
This pretty much sums up the reason for most heart breaks. We should never lead someone on to loving us, without having the intention of loving them back.
Here I am lying in my bed
With thoughts of you running through my head
But this time I have the ability to choose
whether or not to lose
All these useless thoughts
I now have the strength to untie the tightest of knots
For you, I will never spend another sleepless night
Tonight, my soul will reignite
I opened my eyes
And came to realize
That I don't need you if you don't need me
I found out that I am free
My freedom is something you can't take away
It will grow day by day
I will always defend it
And I will forever be *independent
Your eyes.
Ooh those eyes!
The gates to my soul
They melt my tough disguise
They reveal my lies
For I cannot lie to those eyes.
Those eyes.
They hypnotise
leave me paralysed
and small in size
Those eyes.
Oh when I look into those eyes
I am instantly stripped from my disguise
And my ego dies.
Ooh those eyes.
They **** me.
Oh that poem!
A plain masterpiece!
An eye for the blind!
Beyond what my limited words can describe!
Glory be to he who wrote this breathtaking beauty!
But I am left speechless and confused
Once I see the simple number of its likes and views
I guess that's what makes it so special
A diamond unseen
A hidden potential.
And he continues to write...
As if poetry was his only friend.
I guess he already accepted the fact that
*we cannot always trend
the beauty of the unseen
He is so mean to her for no reason.
She always wonders why...
Until one day,

she found him crying and asked what's wrong
boy: "nothing that you can help me with! leave me the hell alone!"
girl: "why do you hate me?"

boy: "I hate you because I can't have you"
girl: "why can't you have me?"
boy: "because I love you too much to accept you being with someone like me."
love can be very selfless sometimes.
You've always loved bruises

and now I know why,

you loved them because they were just like you
purple and green
yellow and blue

they hurt,
just like you.
and they remind a person to feel
just like you always reminded me to.
"Everyone can do it,"
she said,
and I thought she was indirectly
telling me that I can, too
But she wasn't.

She was merely telling me,
That everyone can do it.
Wondering,
why I can't.
Pain is subjective
Showing it is selective

The mind
denies,

The eye
cries,

The heart
tries—
Not to feel— not at all.
 Jul 2014 Mindless Dreamer
Mi
Thorns may be undesirable
but it doesn't overshadow
the beauty of a rose
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