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May 2021 · 54
Cold
underglaze May 2021
The Moon, scrapes his stitches,
we slow-dance to his lament.
Clouds of rumors, yet to rain,
to words and words, my road is bent.

Didn't you had my all? Hush,
each lie comes alive in one red rose.
Unquestionably, I shall wait,
you took off the fire, I lay froze.
May 2021 · 78
Loneness
underglaze May 2021
Clouds are pale, darkness looms
barren land, got rose no blooms.
Lied with you, just in your reach.
to unlove you, now won't you teach?
Sinful love, with treacherous lies,
my hopeful hands, one hopeless prize.
Shimmery diamonds leave you blind.
so never just go with what you find.
With curtains off, there's no restore
tryna try, now scares me more.
To a heart in shingles, works no glue
ache and fake, my brand-new hue.
Souls are just to sell and buy,
so why to fly, when you fall and die?
May 2021 · 65
Exodus
underglaze May 2021
It was ailing, and today it went,
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like the dead bird's soul,
shadows as dark as coal,
flew out of my sight,
'cause I stepped in light.
Honey now you're too late,
I was yours, you gave me hate.
Don't you repent any action,
over your lies, stands my mansion
Blinding has gone every hue,
I hope it never happens to you,
'cause when you're all alone
life is too long to the bone.
Throw aside the Moon and the sky
y'all, I beg
just never make anyone cry.
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it was love, and today,
finally, it went.
May 2021 · 61
Apposition
underglaze May 2021
Why here looks like so much pain
when there comes no equal gain?
Live with ache though just be sane
bring some blues to the hueless lane.

You must know that, each one cares,
difference makes the heart; its layers.
Comprehending, whether one shares
or ends up just with blank dead stares.

Reflection, so you hate it too?
must have seen that you're see-through.
Gift some happiness, can't you do?
Do some mend for the broken shoe.

All don't know what pain gives end,
ache and words, rueful blend.
Wrote them messages, never hit send
then to sadness, how won' we tend?

Rightly made, my rhyming words
flew with thud, some dreadful birds.
Childhood spent with useless nerds,
is there worth, when stale milk curds?

— The End —