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Yester-memories
I named it
It all started with you
And ended without you
You are a fire,
they say
But you got
a heart,
so cold.
You opened your doors
To a girl like me
You let me in
But never let me be
You showed me your paradise
Every rainbow I could see
You let me touch you
Every way I had
I memorized your every soul
Your hidden paths
And mysterious calls
You looked at me
With flowers on the bloom
I took off your mask
So you could see me
But you won't
I guess I know why
I'm just your what if
That you never dared ask
this was also published on my blog, link on my bio
WAR
One must lose, the other must win
I'd stop fighting for you
If my loss is your gain
I'd rather lose this war
Than to keep fighting
Knowing you wouldn't be mine
After all,
I was just a paper bill
An exchange for something you love.
After all,
I was just a paper bill
A printed piece that can be crumpled, given, and lost.
You painted walls with me
With colors so bright
The way you smile at me

We filled it up with joy
And laughter and glee
That was a masterpiece

You held my hand
As you brushed the sheet
You kissed my cheeks
And told me you're lucky having me

It was just yesterday
The colors turned gray
As it rained
And my tears fell down
Cause you walked away

Maybe, it wasn't  a masterpiece
That's what you're good at
Changing the canvas
When I do it my way
One came with a tool
Looked for the best soil
Started digging until
Every layer could be seen
Making the little rock to fall deeply
The lowest of all grounds
Saved the rock
It fell without one
Holding it back
It fell with no sound
The little rock broke
Bits scattered
Joining the tiny pieces from before
No one dared to pick it up

"You dig a hole because you want to build something in it"
"I dig to make use of the soil."
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