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i Mar 2014
pink and red,
cyclamens in
that chestnut
hair of yours,
when the chilly
breeze is tucking it
behind your red ears,
is what makes
my life more beautiful
than it was
yesterday.
i Mar 2014
that poisonous rain,
that destroys and
dissolves everything,
is my ultimate sin,
you are my
acid rain,
you are my
ultimate sin.
i Mar 2014
i woke up,
in a different clothing,
and a different bed from
mine.
the gray t-shirt stuck
to my sweaty skin,
and i got out of the untidy
bed, to find the source
of the delicious pancakes
smell.
what i found weren't
pancakes,
but a lying, lifeless
body on the kitchen
floor and burnt
breakfast.
i Mar 2014
at this time
of the night,
where it's neither
late or early,
i lie in my bed,
trying to figure you
out,
because you are
my rubikā€˜s cube
and i am your
solver.
i Mar 2014
when my heart is
empty,
you fill me like
battery.
i Mar 2014
those little pieces
of paper lying on
the bed and floor,
explain how i feel.
in those pieces of
used paper are
written my mind,
my soul and my thoughts,
that i always considered
insane,
but these scribbled
pieces of paper
are suicidal notes,
so i can end my life in
peace.
i Mar 2014
and you will
find me lying
on the floor,
looking happy for
the first time,
even though,
i will be in
hell,
where i truly belong.
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