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Skim through the pages of my life,
Skip through the lies I've been entwined,
It is the story of the girl trying to please
You, me and everybody, trying for your love.
I loathe the very picture she becomes,
It is very like she wilts without your approval,
She'd be giving pieces of her to all,
but next day, naturally, she finds herself in trash.

It isn't kind, the life she creates with her head,
her best attempts causing natural disrupts,
the purpose to be everyone's friend,
makes her enemy of her own self.
She lost everyone, love and inspite
and despite everything, she writes another write.

It is terrible, what I do with her,
She has been ruining everything for me,
Her and I, together, we make a lonely picture.
Skip this, and be free from this.
The end chapter, what went by,
no one knows, maybe she died alone
in the worn out sweater she had grown,
She hoped, her end might have pleased them all.
Paul Idiaghe Sep 24
I await the calm, the bleach
of night, that chapter

when my ribs
unbreak, crawl back

around my cageless heart. eyelids
weigh like lead in this cruel gravity--

they swell faster than tears. tears
that fail to surge me out of this flooded

shell; they close
like every marble door

that stands straight between my dreams
and I,

           and you-- I await
you, draped in downpours & monsoon

tempests; maybe, this time, our wildest
winds would fade out in their collision.
Maria Etre Sep 21
I can't seem to master
the art of living
when all I do
is miss chapters
rewrite them
and proofread them
The tears in my eyes
Blur the street lights
As I realize you and I
Were just a drive by
Brent May 6
We were there - the both of us
Reaching for the stars
Writing adventures, stories,
Moments that were never ours

You made me believe,
You made me feel, think
That an entire book could be written
But we suddenly ran out of ink.

The stories that made it into paper
Once crumbled will never,
Never go back to how it was.
On this page the words stopped, forever.
winter child Apr 6
I’ve tried my hardest to paint the cloud blue
until he walks in,
and it’s suddenly pink with a sweet hue.
should’ve become annoyed—
but for the first time after a while,
it felt like the sky never seemed so reachable
for me to touch any star
and pick up the dream I left far behind.

so that I sit as I watch
how he re-draws my universe.
giving him the chance
to color it gently
with the Pantone of his smile.

I said—
“let’s paint the sun red”.
but instead,
he put the stain on my cheeks
by placing a soft kiss on my mind.
later did I know, my heart was gone.
you could’ve guessed
he’s the thief.
but for the first time after a while,
I asked him to keep it.
you found me.

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