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I wrote about him, The guy I loved with all my heart. My hands moved on their own, As if they knew something, I don't. But only if I was educated enough, that writing it can bruise my heart. As the words inked to the pages, I couldn't realise, I'm loosing him. Only if knew about the curse, Maybe I could save myself to be crushed. I wish I could go back, Stop myself from writing it all. Just give me one chance, I'll go back and fix it all. I wish I never learned, The art of words. I wish I never wrote, About my love. Why the nip didn't break, As I started to create. Why the pages didn't torn, As I wrote his name. Why I didn't lost my art, The words and metaphors, Maybe I could save him. Maybe if I hadn't write, He could be still here, Beside me, Embracing me, Loving me. I wrote about him, And curse snatched him.
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May 24
May 24, 2026 at 4:21 PM UTC
I wrote about him
I wrote about him, The guy I loved with all my heart. My hands moved on their own, As if they knew something, I don't. But only if I was educated enough, that writing it can bruise my heart. As the words inked to the pages, I couldn't realise, I'm loosing him. Only if knew about the curse, Maybe I could save myself to be crushed. I wish I could go back, Stop myself from writing it all. Just give me one chance, I'll go back and fix it all. I wish I never learned, The art of words. I wish I never wrote, About my love. Why the nip didn't break, As I started to create. Why the pages didn't torn, As I wrote his name. Why I didn't lost my art, The words and metaphors, Maybe I could save him. Maybe if I hadn't write, He could be still here, Beside me, Embracing me, Loving me. I wrote about him, And curse snatched him.
...... Maybe in another universe?
Fictionerita
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21/F/India
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 4:21 PM UTC
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