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He asked me if I was hurting
But I told him that I was not
He then asked why am I crying
And I couldn't voice out a response
I was stumped for a while
"Why are you crying?"
The question echoed in my mind
Why am I crying?
Am I still hurting?
But no, I don't feel anything
And so, why are these tears falling?
Then I realised.

Perhaps our eyes need to be cleansed by tears
To wash away the memories of yesteryears.
Sooner or later the fire that i love about you is gonna turn my heart into ashes.
Sometimes
The panic
Is more dangerous
Than the pandemic
  Mar 11 solace and sorrow
Chris
Mother hen-
Lead the way
Tell me when-
And where to stay.

I need a guide-
Through my life
A place to hide-
No more strife

Mother hen-
I'm sorry I lied
Fault of men-
I just can't cry.
Well heck. This is one of only a few poems that got me  to feel a lot of emotions.

#motherhenrepresent
  Jan 28 solace and sorrow
Emily
I always thought we were the perfect match.
But matches are meant
                                   to ignite
                                         and burn out.
  Dec 2019 solace and sorrow
Ciel Noir
;)
my heart was an open book
full of blank sections
and searching for meaning
I filled it with questions

I looked for connections
or some explanation
I looked for letters
and I found punctuation
The beasts haunted her endlessly
And was driven to the brink of insanity
All she wanted was to be free
Thus, she succumbed to the tragedy.
Dead was her body
But alive were her memories
On the rocky soil and barren land,
Her tameless spirit couldn't rest.
Perhaps, she found her home
In this rugged, desolate place
There bloomed a tiny blossom
Dancing with a gentle grace.
She had became a little wildflower
Free from the constraints of society,
Breathing the woody breeze of summer
And finally felt the gratifying tranquillity.
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