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M kaafir hu bewaffa hu m
Muddai(ilzam lgane wala) tujhse  khaffa hu m
Kuchh jakham ghre jo h tumhare, ye na bhulo unki shaffa(dwai) hu m
Free me bhalaai na kre varna yuhi ilzam lgenge
Michael Jun 2020
Do you think we could just stop?
Not think for a while,
Think with our body’s
Hearts aside,
Regrets left till next dawn.
A little careless gesture
Free to do as we please.
Lets put the future behind us
And climb each other.
Overthinking sometimes leaves us with a lot of regret, sometimes its better to just focus on whats going on now.
xavier thomas May 2020
I caught you in a lie
Told me you’re not into the party life
But I saw you doing drugs & getting high.
Standing in my face
Playing cool, giving multiple denies.

Evidence is right here,
Your actions walk like how you talk.
Must’ve bumped your head to many times coming home late, hearing you fall.
You free now,
Go do whatever you want
I’m not trippin’ at all.
Before you leave this house,
I’ll make sure that you’re blocked.
Don’t run back months later
Giving me that sweet “baby talk”

Thought you would go unnoticed, taking chances
Thinking you were special but you’re just basic
Out late in the streets getting faded
Should’ve been careful vs. reckless
breeze Mar 2020
~
And do you see that rusty steel
That doesn’t let touching your heart
Please share with me, what may you feel
If nothing ever makes you hurt.

~
Marietta Ginete Mar 2020
Words are fun,
like playing in the sun.
They run and burn out,
as if there was never a doubt.
the way we relentlessly let our words go.
Sophie Dec 2019
I hide in the dust
Pretending that it doesn't choke me
I lay down with the wolves
Hiding the fear
The howling night is never ending
I have searched for the spring
For the love that dwells in it
I have been all that I should
And it has left me broken
On the floor, with the dust
It has left me numb
On the floor, with the wolves
I don't know how to fight
And I don't know how to get up...
I spend my days lying down, listening to my heart beat. It is melody compared to the brokenness inside me.
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2019
Oh, turpentine
meet Caroline.

She's diverting and lovely,
but no painter.

Completely misses a warning
on the container.

Her skin is pale
and thin as paper.

In contact with the flame
she turns to vapor.
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