Suddenly, you leave just like that
No patting to the heart
The art of straying away
play the peakest when you are unaware
The best part
Oh you are my best part
maybe from the start but I'm playing hard to realise
so I fight so bad to had you
You're being loved
in my imagination
You lit the poetic version of me
Oceans of being free
until you flee very far.
Those days are infatuation,
unabashed awakening of my courage
Yes, those petty things I call it courage
to message love that chirps when you say anything.
Funny enough,
just anything
And that's how the first day of not having you slashes pages of being strangers,
alienating more than I feel to myself and this world.
I will remember those flickering eyes
Your teasing smiles
aligned with tender awkwardness,
my personal poet between blinking eyes.
Good very bye
Suddenly, you leave just like that.
Like how the Prophet says
Your name same as the author
says that I have the broken wings.
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 3:55 AM UTC
Suddenly, you leave just like that
No patting to the heart
The art of straying away
play the peakest when you are unaware
The best part
Oh you are my best part
maybe from the start but I'm playing hard to realise
so I fight so bad to had you
You're being loved
in my imagination
You lit the poetic version of me
Oceans of being free
until you flee very far.
Those days are infatuation,
unabashed awakening of my courage
Yes, those petty things I call it courage
to message love that chirps when you say anything.
Funny enough,
just anything
And that's how the first day of not having you slashes pages of being strangers,
alienating more than I feel to myself and this world.
I will remember those flickering eyes
Your teasing smiles
aligned with tender awkwardness,
my personal poet between blinking eyes.
Good very bye
Suddenly, you leave just like that.
Like how the Prophet says
Your name same as the author
says that I have the broken wings.
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