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My heart broke today,
And tears gushing through my eyes,

Goodbye my choco.





© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
A haiku, for my choco.

Oh how his death broke my heart. I just love him a lot, why would he leave me that way,.. huhuhu, is it my fault why he died? is my care not enough to make him live happily? oh my,. i was totally shattered. I will surely miss him.. :( :( :( :(
---"Life comes from life. Life begets life.Life begets life"
---"Our fearlessness shall be our secret weapon"
---"God grant me the serenity to accept the things i cannot change, the courage to change the things i can, and the wisdom to know the difference
---"I'm on a roller coaster that only goes up"
The fault
in our
stars

is neither
intensity nor
quantity.

Fear not the cosmos
choked up in creation
might’ve forgotten
some fiery ingredient.

No

The fault
in our stars
is simply
that there are none.
To those who hate us,
and don't know why.
To those who love us,
and try not to cry~

Given a seal,
molded in fate.
Not infinite.
So cruel, but unchanging.

It is not simply a seal
which will bring sorrow,
but all same the letter.
The letter of whom.
The letter of when,
where,
what,
why.
Assimilating to feel as if a scroll,
when set in rewind.
Molded in thus fate.
Fate is not the seal,
but the mold to which create.
Fate being start.
Fate is not the end,
but the beginning.
What you make of the beginning,
is solely yours to make,
while it will be the final impression,
upon the seal.
Upon the letter
unchanged,
but not unchangeable.
And done away,
or kept by side,
to live on as the end of ending.
I was influenced by The Fault In Our Stars to write a poem about dying of cancer.
If you understand it, it makes sense.
It's always risky to love a paper person
He'll always look back at his Paper Town
with his paper personality.

Worst is: paper love can be cut out.
It'll feel good once you move on --
leaving and bringing your cut-out self back
together again.
My heart is a snowflake in your palm
Beautiful yet fading away
With the trees whispering in my ear
Winter doesn't last forever

My heart is a snowflake in your palm
Sinking into your skin
The coldness a memory of pain
Though soothing like the warm sun

My heart is a snowflake in your palm
Beautiful yet fading away
Evaporated into the wind with a whisper
Winter doesn't last forever
You turned
me into ash;
I turned you
into poetry.

gd
I became a poet
In the hopes of becoming someone's poem
You only need your heart broken once
To be able to create a lifetime of poetry
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