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Can't catch
Can't hold to touch
Only feelings,
Frequently restless the shadows
As the Autumn mystic smoke
On the horizon

Haze gray evening
Her quietly solo soul in the shadows
Cast the net at electrocute
In my mind's wave

I have caught behind
Fight to hold dreams again upon
A flash of red, blue, violet light to play
Dreams, love
Swinging, dancing

Can't catch
Can't hold to touch
Only feelings,
Repeatedly would get the mind
On reverse page of the rules of time

I'm a prisoner
My prison walls cut through the sky,
Move towards the Seventh Sky
Can only be released in God!
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With the addition of diverse actions
They have gone away
When on the roof,
See them as distant Stars

Many of them are unknown,
Bear the sign of my ancestor
The most brilliant Star
To play with my Sigh

That is my love
Perches hope into the Soul
Willingly took as a prisoner
With her soul lifelong

But that night alone lost elsewhere
Get away from the sound of the familiar tunes
The roar of the waves of sea
Fall on my weak chest  

As if  I'm stuck in a handful of an octopus
Comes suffocated
Tight around

Try to take breath
Underneath the open sky
Then known Star to Sigh
That falls on my long neck again
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
I'm not mad
The truth is I'm hurt
Hurt more then you will ever know
You think I'm fine brushing off all that we ever had.
You think I'm lying in bed with a smile on my face
Dreaming about my life with him
Some nights yes
Other nights
That's not the case
I lye here with a million things going through my mind
What if I wouldn't of gone
What if I wouldn't of been so pushy
What if non of my flaws would be flaws to you
What if
Then I remember no the only what if is the
What if you changed
What if you grew up and understood what I wanted
Theirs only so many chances you can give someone
Like I said I'm not mad I'm hurt
I know I hurt you too but the hurt I felt
The tears going down my face when you compared me to my best friend and told her all my flaws
I felt like i was never good enough after that
I'm sorry you thought you had to act different to impress me
I'm sorry that I'm bad at showing how I feel
I'm sorry I write these poems and I don't  like looking at the past
I'm sorry I was controlling
The truth is you never had to act different to empress me I was there for you from the start
I was your best friend from the start
I loved you from the start
The truth is I wanted you to show me how you really felt
You kept it all hidden so you wouldn't hurt me
But I felt like I couldn't tell you how I felt because you couldn't tell me how you felt
The truth is I write poetry because it's the only way to really express how I feel and it keeps me from cutting
bet you never knew that
The truth is I do look back at the past every **** day and it hurts like hell
The truth is I was pushy because I wanted the best for you
Best for us
Now I'm sitting here crying while writing this
I didn't hurt you because I wanted to
I made a decision for myself for once
I'm not mad at you
I'm sorry if your mad at me
I'm sorry everything has to end like this
I miss you
I love you
Always have and always will
Now I'm happy for the most part
All I'm missing is my best friend
Maybe one day I will get him back

M.W.T.W
I tried so hard to let go.
Yet the past still sneaks up on me just as I'm moving on.
Morning light, without fail tells me something new, about you!
Each day adds some more in my story book about your love,
Some little thing, makes me think about invisible you each moment.
What do I do other than being possessed by you, in spirit, body and mind.
Ever  imagined a love in which body would never figure
yet the ecstasy is beyond anything one can compare,
one reaches there  only lifted by the wings of meditation..
If you should hear me
Say Ave,
Don't presume
You hear me pray;
It's just one way
For me to say,
How 're you?

If you should hear me
Say Shalom,
Don't assume
You heard a Jew,
I'm only offering
Peace to you.

If you should hear
Namaste,
Don't be amused,
I'm not Hindu,
I bow to the good
I see
in you.

Then again I say
Waz sup,
You don't think
I'm  Gangsta,
You know I mean to say
Les hang togetha.

Does it really matter
What you heard;
The silent or the spoken word.
Words spoken in brevity
Are heard with sincerity;
But there's none more true,
Than
I Love You.
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