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R Feb 10
Maybe somedays i sit and cry alone
Maybe somedays i run around and try
Not to be alone
Maybe i am something which people call mystery
Maybe i am a ***** with a long history
Maybe i am just a confused soul who doesn’t want to get f*cked up

Maybe someday I’ll learn to be soft
Maybe something like a walnut?
Trying to be funny is something that gives relief
R Dec 2018
This pain ages old
Which follows me everywhere i go
This life full of secrets
Stories untold
The bag full of screams
And memories that I can’t let go
What a journey life is
But now all i wanna do is let it go
To commit a sin
So sinful
That will truely set me free
Free from this bag
Which i am not able to throw
And be free
There are few memories that no matter what you can never let go, they might have occurred when you were a child but they don’t let you go no matter how hard you try
R Dec 2018
Yes i am selfish
selfish to talk to you
To seek your company
When i want nothing to do with you

I seek your attention
To want to be heard
To tell pain
And clear my brain  

So selfish to not care that you have a girl
Because i,all i want is to be heard
To spill truth
That still hurt
And tell you words
Which no one has ever heard
R Nov 2018
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Hey girl
Why you sitting alone?
What is bothering you so much?
Please don’t say I don’t know
Why you so sad?
Even when you go out
You sit in a coner
And look down
Tell me girl what’s wrong?
Why you wanna be alone?
Oh god stop it with your I don’t know
Because you should know
Girl please tell me
Maybe i can help
What do you mean you don’t need any help?  
Fine fine i am leaving
You don’t need to be such a drama queen
****** attention seeker
You are just a wanna be
How come you don’t know what’s going on in your own mind?
She leans towards him
And smiles
With whisky in her breath
She whispers in his ears
I don’t know
And you don’t need to know why
At times we don’t know what is bothering  us
R Aug 2018
The curves of her body were something
That caught his eyes
Not her words or smile
The look he gave her showed desire
To make her his even if it was just for a night
Her satin yellow dress was too appealing
Hugging her body exactly right
He went up to her to greet her
Ask her to speak to him and give her his number and drop some cheesy lines
but that broken bird had a shield around her
After all she just again had learnt how to fly
And once had been broken enough to let anyone else ever call her mine
R Jul 2017
This pain i feel,
This emptiness that makes  my eyes water,
This sadness which has swallowed my soul,
Is something you can never feel,
The feeling I want to get rid of,
At times i think i left it all behind,
But it keeps finding a way back,
And says "i am home"
R Jun 2017
Maybe it’s the scares you gave me,
That keep reminding of you,
Your words that cut though me so deep
That left forever open wounds,
My story says you hurt me so badly,
But my silly heart still keeps calling for you.
this poem has nothing to do with my life atm but maybe once upon a time it did or in future it might :P
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