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Not an interesting metaphor
To Keep the brain on
Or just showing day dreams
Even an unnecessary composed poetry
Made to be happy for the king and queen
Decorated with false songs of a garland victory
Just defile your voice
Or Just a lie of fabricated cry
Acting as the heavy down eyes
Just showing forged mercy to love
Even a painting of an outward woman
While stupid men became tickle with a synthetic beauty

Then If composed a true poetry
However, So many illustrative metaphors
which have a form of sacred truth
Perched the purple nature into you
Knowing Spring with the aromas of mango buds
Saying the real life
Demonstrates the truth of death with death
Like inventions of science

Rendering with expressions and feelings
Owing water to thirsty men
Explain the friction between light and darkness
Dragging the stone of truth
Thousands of music grant the intangible beauty of life
Love became harmonious
And the dreams are to raise thousand colors of love
Life flows like spring water
Of course a poem calls an eternal love
There a hidden beauty craving all time
And an upstream pouring the pure love
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@musfiq us shaleheen

One of the cruelest things is false hope.

Trying not to think.
I drink.
The pain remains.
Listening to your heartless claims.
Reject me.
You're free.
I never loved you anyway.
I always knew you'd betray.
Even when I can't drink anymore.
You are still just a *****.

Bulletproof,
I wish I am bulletproof,
Bulletproof from love,

Bulletproof, Bulletproof,
give me the strength to be bulletproof,
I can't accept more of this pain,
I'll die eventually,

Bulletproof, Bulletproof,
stop shooting, stop,
I can't handle much of this stress
end it up for me,
end it up for good,
end it up.

Bulletproof, Bulletproof,
show me the truth,
give me only the truth,
even if it's hard, even if it hurtful,
just give me the truth,

I can handle my own broken heart,
I have mended it before, for you,
and I can do it again.

I know we were young;
We were naive.
But you told me you loved me,
And so I believed.

I know we grew older;
We learned to know better.
But you once thought that you loved me,
And I still remember.

I know it was false.
We weren't pieces that fit.
But you believed that you loved me,
And you should have treated me like it.

as she thrashes
about in her bed
confined to the prison
in her mind
she attempts positivity
starting each morning
telling herself
that
better days are coming

oh what fat hopes
oh what false hopes
oh how silly you are
to believe this too
*will pass