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L i v i n  g   i s  
K e e p i n g   y o u r s e l f
I n  t e  r e  s t  e d .
Every word spent,
Lingers unto my throat:
Speaking of happiness,
Crying of joy.

But at sun dawn,
Dark clouds start
To suffocate me. .

Like a big part was
o v e r    s h a d o w e d
. . .

Somewhere between
. . . C o n v e r s a t i o n s . . .

Somewhere beyond
. . . C o m p r e h e n s i o n . . .

There are times,
I seek to be alone.
And I
Will always
Hate
That part
Of
Me.

That part,
**F e e l i n g   l o s t .
"I love you more.."

A love with a *dash of pain
,
degrades my side of the scale. .
Now, what do your words entail?

Should I give you more or
Should you give me less?

"I love you too.."

Would be best.
Today
Is an ordinary
24-hr ticking clock.

The only thing
That made it different
Was when I started
To look forward
Knowing you.


But after knowing you,

Today
Is an ordinary
24-hr ticking clock.


*Again.
Late post from Jan 2016
My heart almost fell
Between the  g a p s  of our fingers.

What we pursue in life,
Is definitely two worlds  a p a r t .

It is what you do that I admire.
Those digital art,
Those vivid sketches
Transpiring before my eyes. .

Thats why I said:
It "a l m o s t " fell.

But I caught it when they said,
You are someone who prefer
Grinder, over Tinder.

Then, *Will you be my bestie?
Huhu
This is a story of a girl
Who likes to sketch
Who saw someone do it better
Oh no, let's term it "best".

This is a story of a girl
Who works very hard..
Who saw someone do the same
He even sleeps later than she can!

This is a story of a girl
who likes someone else
Who thought she can never notice other else
But eventually she did. .

And eventually she failed.

This is a story of a girl.
I said:

          Love is without  e g o  . .
   but it comes with  s e l f   r e s p e c t.


And so, I said it.  
Just to defend my ego. .
We are but the same,
So do not weep
Even a single tear,
Or a single sigh
We'll just call it  " q u i t s "

This is not love, indeed.
When
I close my eyes,
I     s e e    y o u
But I need to open them,
Coz that's what living
Is all about,
*Y o u
L e a v i n g
.
I guess you re my leaving being
4 11 2016
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