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Ever had a day that made you go gray
Ever had a day you'd wish to go away

For sale by owner open wounds,  

how we where bliss in empty rooms.

Finding myself on the border of emotion,  

can't handle all the commotion.  

You gave me the love potion

If only I could fly away
to a much brighter day  

Rather that my wings where clipped away.
Beneath the weight of the moon, won't we
resemble all these shattered constellations

And finding a good place to feel sad; is my
reflection melting out of your eyes– a scene
of when tears cascade down your cheeks,
when I always seem so far away

As the echoes of all bygone aspirations fade
into the hue of cosmic dust; my voice fails in
calling out your name – as every fallen star
falls out of its spark, betrayed by the dark

In Time, and Again… is where we rediscover
the essence of falling in love again.
I saw the people smile,
And at last, the dying smile.
Hearing the last call,
Losing my vision of love.

I felt like I was falling down,
Deep under the water’s ground.
The dark made me sad,
I saw... saw nobody there.

The promise that they made,
Now felt like it was in vain.
If I get a chance,
I would walk alone, not trust in vain.
"A reflection on death, love, and the quiet ache of promises that fade when we need them most."
Gabs T May 18
Should I succumb to the forest?
Let the moss
creep over ribs and settle in hollows
Let her leave an effervescent trail,
when the dew settles.

Or when the rain falls
Should I?
Let her water reach its fingers into valleys
As the level rises
With nothing left to restrain it
Until it gushes forth.

As the mist settles again before the heat of the afternoon
The forest reminds its own
She cannot be had
But continues to beckon.

The dew will settle

And the rain will come
Can’t help myself from swimming
SO DEEP,

In your thoughts –

It’s really the depth of your
conversation, that keeps me afloat.
January Jun 4
Sometimes circumstance victimizes you
and you just cannot do anything.
Whether you were at fault
or someone else culpable.
Whether in a single woosh of breeze
or it took a series of connected events.
At such times,
you just cannot do anything
you can neither justify
nor whinge about it.
January May 17
You know what!? F**k it
Just this once?
Let's abandon all the worries and make awfully ridiculous decisions.
Let's be reckless because time's a *****.
(it slows down when we want it to pass quickly and it flies when we want it to never pass)
Let's wear that dress sitting amidst the folded fancy clothes and not care about the fact that no one wears that kind anymore.
Let's gobble up all the snacks that's out there and not say a word about brushing our teeth.
Let's binge watch all those episodes and sleep until noon and wake up with horrible hair and not care.
Let's go and confront the guy who's confusing you with the things that aren't supposed to confuse you.
Let's try saying 'no' to the things you've been saying 'yes' to but thinking otherwise.
Let's sneak out of our homes and meet somewhere we're not ought to be.
Let's do all of those first times and you know what!?
Let's not regret.
I saw you the first time
Your smile shines the brightest
Second time, your eyes glimmed and so is mine.
We talked for seconds but felt forever.
My eye always wants a glimpse
Heart is racing and I can't hide
This feeling should be kept inside.
Kshamata T May 15
I used to think death was when the brain stopped working,
when the heart stopped beating.
But the day I kissed and felt nothing—
I knew I had already died.
Death isn't just physical.
It's the numbness.
It’s loving someone or something
that no longer nurtures your soul.
It feels like burning in flames—
and somehow enjoying the intensity.
Not wanting to be saved.
Yes, I’m burning.
And for the first time,
I feel safe—
because everyone is afraid to come too close.
This is where most people die.
But strangely,
I love to live here.
In this insensibility—
a phase where I’m falling apart,
terribly,
but finally feeling secure.
I wish to stay guarded,
forever.
Lovers by the pen;
both in the love letters I wrote for you
and feeling so trapped inside my own head.

Our laughter –
is a yard for measuring out the depth of love
where you and I planted a garden of our scars.

But I’ll go chasing after you,
even now, like I never once owned you before
twisting all of my memories, like this doorknob.

I’m open to talk; but even more so to listen;
extra extras – alongside a good time of ecstasy
reading up on the all lessons of love, step by step
here I am, standing next to you, with extra feet.
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