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Påłpëbŕå Jun 2022
at the end of it all
all we are is mere dust
rising today for tomorrow's fall
to reside in earth's crust
we laugh we cry we hear we say
everyfuckingday
and pave our way
until we'll no longer stay
what gives life meaning is death
yet all we do is waste our breath
over anger and retribution
defying our very intuition
Påłpëbŕå Jun 2022
i don't need much
just your touch
in your arms i lay
and i know
that i'll be okay
hold me
and let me be
let me cry my heart out
yell and shout- oh so L O U D
letting these tears run down
because on days like these
when there's no peace
all i'll need is you
for me to get through
well, i guess it's time to stop reading novels for a while
Påłpëbŕå Jun 2022
i wish i could love like the sun
truly and wholeheartedly
for he burns for the one and only one
who shall never be his devotedly
she bears children he didn't make
yet he sets his life for them
only to rise again and take
a father's role from the sky's hem
he shines his light so that she can thrive
a love so profound that it hurts
because he'll give his all and survive
watching her from the outskirts
and one day when he'll be old and gray
he'll be close to her yet far away
it's bizarre how the earth and the sun are placed.....at a distance that's just so perfect, an inch away it'll freeze and an inch closer it'll burn......guess, the best love stories are often the worst tragedies
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