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224 · Nov 2019
hungry cat
s Nov 2019
nights as cold as ice
enough to make the cat sneeze-
let him eat in peace!
221 · Nov 2018
full moon
s Nov 2018
moonlight
strikes your face -
so dazzling
216 · Nov 2018
universe
s Nov 2018
stars shining so bright -
i can see the universe
when i look at you
213 · Nov 2018
flowers die
s Nov 2018
flowers die
in lonely winter
like our love
wrote this few days ago
211 · Nov 2018
rain
s Nov 2018
dark clouds above me,
my skin waiting for your touch,
come, pour now, dear rain
there are times i want to write
188 · Jan 2020
our end.
s Jan 2020
and up until the end, no one dared to go against the current.
183 · Dec 2019
Winter flower
s Dec 2019
She was a flower that lives only in winter. A flower that never saw the sun, a flower whose lived through the cold and dark. He, on the other hand, was the opposite- so warm and bright. One day, a strong wind caused their lives to intertwine and for the first time, she felt warmth. Every day, he would bring her the sun to make her forget the cold and dark, that she also forgot how she was a flower that lives only in winter. And so, she let him bring the sun to her- too close- that she died.
182 · Sep 2019
with you
s Sep 2019
what they say about love,
i'm starting to believe it's true—
how time slips fast through our lives,
but stops when i'm with you
182 · May 2014
its just that {10w}
s May 2014
you are every poem I have fallen in love to
162 · Jun 2020
She.
s Jun 2020
She is that piece of art
hard to make
a meaning of-
too shallow, too foolish.

She is that piece of art
not aesthetically pleasing
even at closer look-
plain, dull, ugly.

She is that piece of art
nobody would dare
tell about anyone-
a total waste of time.

She is that piece of art
in a blink of an eye
forgotten-
gone with the wind.

She is that piece of art
easily praised by everyone
yet nobody would dare display,
instead, kept hidden at the attic
until it has turned into nothing
but complete dust-
not even in anyone’s memory.
Just an old piece
129 · Sep 2022
excuse
s Sep 2022
you said
you love me
then used
wrong timing
as an excuse

— The End —