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They still carry love,
from lives once lived,
walking paths with
belief in destiny.

Their love so surreal,
kissed by every wounds.

She cloaked in petals,
with a bleeding heart.

Just as tree waits
for spring to bloom,
he waits for her,
to heal.
'Love is immortal'
An eternal love between her and her past lover, waiting to entwine again.
Being this way
They say
Is a natural occurrence
                               Certain
                               Predictable

     As when the path of
Worldly planets collide
           A shadow cast
              Upon the other

The dark eclipse
                                Inevitable

How does one soften
Such emotion
When its surface
                          Is taught
Like the spine of an open book
Placed face down
                                For ease of remembrance
Oh, that we'd all have
huge and messy hearts,
that we'd expel
the shrivelled, the trimmed
as no longer fit for purpose.
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In the kitchen of your heart,
for the feast you’ll lay in my name,
what rare delicacy will you offer?
Something I’ve never even sensed in the air—
perhaps: “Love, the chef’s signature dish.”
Love is a monster, horrible to depart,
Lives in a cave, pops out only to eat my heart.
Memories carved in my brain,
Letting go will cause much more pain.

How can I forget ever,
that you left me to suffer,
for your heart is numb and chilled,
due to which mine got killed.

I wanted to sail through your feelings,
and touch your deepest emotions,
in a depth, where I can see your rarest,
which no one knows, as its purest.

Now in the deepest place of sorrow,
Where I see, no tomorrow.
You never heard my soul's bellow,
The monster devoured my love, will never again grow.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
Take my heart, tear it in two,                                                             ­             
                                                   ­                                                                 ­  
put it back when you are through                                                          ­        
                                                        ­                                                              
You are the best at what you do,                                                          
                                                                ­                                            
showing me, I am nothing to you                                                              ­  
                                                                ­                                                
Knock me down, step over me,                                                              ­
                                                                ­                                                      
you treat me with such cruelty                                                          ­                      
                                                                ­                                                
Punish me with severity                                                         ­                   
                                             ­                                                                 ­        
for just trying to be me                                                               ­             
                                                   ­                                                             
Was there a time that you cared?                                                           ­   
                                                                ­                                                  
Did I imagine what we shared?                                                          ­        
                                                        ­                                                          
My heart is filled with despair,                                                         ­                 
                                                                ­                                                  
the hole you've left is beyond repair
Simon Bridges Apr 17
Each time I think of you
It is as if

               I call down the moon
               To frame your silhouette
               Embraced by another

It is as if

               The four winds
               Shall burn us both
               With the jealously
               Born from my nature

It is as if

               Each composition of
               Scented dialogue
               Withheld from my eyes
               Became a letter
               Of indiscretion
                              Unleashed upon the world
Love's
           An unbound number
There is no three and a half
                            Or division
                                  
Love is a pacifist
Surrendered upon us

Our divinity
All that is
                   Until
Tainted by human emotion

Love’s the endless wave
Without satellite to
                                    Push or pull
                    
A wedding bouquet
Thrown to an empty room

The constant within
                                     A state of awareness
Each balloon in my room
Carries a captive thought
The type which remain
                                         Dominant
                                         Predatory
Continually paced
Head below shoulder
Eased only by a need
To sway
                    On un-retracted claw

Every anxiety a cord
Of attachment
Led to an open window
                                   One by one
Released to navigate the planet

Lest they stay
To circle the world
                    Inside my head
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