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mikaela mcshane Sep 2010
Would you believe me if i said it was over, would you ask me why, plead with me to explain, even reconcider. Would you turn away or chase after me, quitly except or openly protest, demand a reason for this seemingly sudden change of heart.
      It scares me that I barely remember my life before, my past has ceased to be memories of my life and become a montage of our time.
Exhale Your Mind Mar 2016
If you ask me how my mind works,

I would have no words to define
No poems that can describe
You would have to step inside

My mind is a maze.
Guided by maps of conversations
Lost between walls of questionmarks

If you ask me how my mind works,

I would invite you in.
But there's no guarantee you'll find your way out.
Bon voyage.
Satsih Verma Dec 2017
When you would not be there
where I was, my fingers will twist
like questionmarks
not getting any answer.

Baby talks were increasing.
Time to leave this planet. There
was no death. We move from
breath to breath.

Sleeping without blinking,
dreamless, with hope, to
resuscitate the dawn.

Who will keep the fire
burning? You have not kept
the promise to come back.

King of stones, don't throw
the black statues in river.
Water was red and palms were
burning.

— The End —