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jh Mar 2018
i cant describe the feeling of walking down the bridge , the musician playing the most generic song ever,
but for some reason
at that moment it isn't generic.
in fact, its like walking into an air conditioned room after a long day of being in the hot sun, comfortable.
walking down the bridge felt comfortable.
not only comfortable, it felt right
i
felt right
i felt like i belonged,
the wind brushing my hair,
the sun complementing my complexion
i actually felt like i belonged somewhere
i complemented the sun, the sun complemented me,
i have
b l o s s o m ed
my foot is in front of the other, walking and walking,
it felt like i could walk forever
replaying the moment of serenity in my head making me feel
a l i v e
for the first time in forever
the bridge was amazing and i love living
Salmabanu Hatim Dec 2017
I visited a Marriage Bureau,
They showed me photos of three beaus.
The first one was top,
A complete sentence with a fullstop,
A C.E.O, beautiful, intelligent,
successful,
About her,I found nothing exciting or cool,
I said no to her,
And closed the chapter.
The second was nearer the mark,
A complete sentence with a question mark?
She started asking too many questions,
I found her a nag and tension,
So it was thank you, bye, no mention.
The third was a sensation,
A complete sentence with a mark of exclamation!
She made my heart soar to heaven,
Full of surprises, awesome!
She and I ,twosome,
A handsome pair,
For each other deep love and care.
Our love blossomed,
A bud to a flower,wholesome,
Soon to be signed with I do,
Sealed and delivered too.
I decided to marry. So I went to a marriage bureau to find a girl for me.The third girl made the bells ring in my heart.
just as a flower
my loved blossomed
it grew to be a beautiful flower
my colors full of life
eventually every beautiful flowers fate
you cut me off
I withered away
my petals withering away
the last of life left me
I held on for to long
now i'm ugly and dead
you cut my life
now I'm dead
to be thrown away
ana Jun 2017
I blossomed
a beautiful rose
but life plucked me from my roots and I began to slowly wither away
and sulk
and droop
as my once thriving red petals turned brown and brittle,
began falling from my center.

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