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.......depression rises*
my heart dies
never to feel again
the deadened pain
* from her poem
My love is no feather
that rocks to and fro
it's a dove in my heart's centre
constant in every weather it ceases never to grow

love-birds fly to the sky
we are the never-parting pair
the world is just you and I
where you are, I am there.
To just make
Time for me.
Soon I’ll be busy too
Soon I won’t have
Time for
Anybody.
Rain on a flower
Rain on me
The sky has a plan
Tomorrow you will see
The sun shine again
In light of today's dream
Can i write only when my soul is hurt?
Why does words come to me only when I am tierd?
My anger, my pain, my distress,
Its easier to pen down these feelings
But my happiness never makes it out to the world
Why is it hard to find a synonym for happiness?
Someday, Please make me capable
to write down my joy
which I can look back at
years later and feel glad again.
sad poems have always been my favorite thing to write . it always came to me very easily, but happiness is always hard to capture . to all the sad poems i have ever written.....
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