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Where are you?

I am in the middle. Of nowhere—of mislaid sanity. I am afraid of who I am becoming: lost in iliad.

Where the series of misfits and my miseries combined together; I am so lost. So broken—who am I becoming? Burning eyes, burning palms—they were showing tricks on me.

They were here. Watching me intently—they outgrow wings like a fallen angel: fallen from grace. Their eyes burning into mine—slowing ticking bombs, so I'd still have time—to feel every suffering, the state of my miserable hovel.

Where are you?

I am in the middle. Of being lost and being found. I am in the pilgrim of my dreams—a wayfayer in the desert.

"Where the shoreline meets and the horse howl at the water's coldness, I will find you there."

I am a tourist in the spot—where the light could not be found; as I walk and walk, I realized, this is who I am becoming.

To find you in the desert as a wayfayer—in different times: a traveler, ahead of time—a butterfly in the coming age.

A warrior in the cage; a threat to them: the shadows in the desert.

"Where the shoreline meets and the horse howl at the water's coldness, I will find you there."

To find you is to be lost.
To be found is to be miserable.
To be whole is to be broken.

And there yet, I found you.
Being lost means being found.
Color 11h
when you said that
i felt a fissure
break through my heart
and it hasn't been whole since
Never fade
Of someone *special

Hi 1d
Broken heart or shattered dreams
Molded like a shadow on a frozen stream
Melting in my palm from a silence scream

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Pick your poison pick your cure
I didn’t think you’d‘ve chosen her
Alone I lay while you caress
Your lonely lips around her breath
Your love’s the only drug I need
But my love’s not enough
Your lips caress her deadly grip
As mine curl up and pout
My worry an annoyance
You tape my mouth shut tight
Our love that was once buoyant
Has sunken out of sight
My trust for you has left me
I never thought it would
You hid and have misled me
And broke my heart for good.
She is a lost soul.

She wonders, yet she still could not fathom the urge to be made whole again. And then she wanders, a soul thirsty for new beginnings.

She was looking down at the big city—they were so alive, heavy breathing's can be heard around; footsteps were rushing—smiles plastered on their faces, yet they were so alone.

They were made out of different stories—but there is only one thing they must find and feel, to be found and be whole. Besides, they were not so different—if she is a lost soul, what can hinder her to find her one true love?

And then there's him—he was made out of soft pillows, he was an another poem she's excited to read. He was an ink—giving another color to a blank page; he was a story she will never get tired of: to read.

She was so eager to see him every time. To feel him—to look at his heart; yet he was an almost to its completion—and then there's her, so broken—humiliated, hurt and blinded.

There's no space left for her. And then she wandered again. She tried so hard to forget him—she thought he was the one who will complete everything that is lost and broken; yet she was left with no other choice: to be a wandering soul, again.

Maybe she was made exactly like that—no other form of strings will tie the knot, other than herself.
Oh to learn how to love you.
Dj 2d
Even when i made the wish, apon evrey shooting star;
finding a place where i could keep you in my life, grew ever so more afar.

you lost all my respect, and even more so my trust;
Because all you wanted to do was lie, and hide in lust.

And now i wounder, if one day my heart will ever mend;
Or am i just waiting for my life, to finally come to an end..
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