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Nidhi Jaiswal Jul 2020
When i text him"Hii"
Anyone day becomes festival for him that day.
May his soul rest in peace,
His heart starts to tickle,
His sleep would disappear that night.
He waits every day to see my simple text"Hii"
But that's not possible for me,
Because he truly loves me,
But i'm not,
So,
I want to stay away from him,
And he forget me and move ahead in his life.
.........
But he is not ready to forget me,
Because I am like the heaven for him,
His first and last love forever.
I do not want to be the cause of his grief,
but what will I do.
..........
I hope one day he understand,
"The meaning of real love is not find someone''
''to sacrifice someone"

This poem is based on someones life,
The meaning of real love is not find someone
to sacrifice someone
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Belle Victoria Sep 2015
you are lonely when you can hear the voices in your mind speak
when you can see the walls in your bedroom coming closer

the writngs in your diary stopped the day your mother died
it was on a beautiful sad thursday night and you couldnt stop crying

and you knew she went to far when she began to break infront of you
how the girl started to find peace in alcohol again, so much alcohol
cause baby here at the west coast we drink ***** the same as milk

after a while the sadness faded and so did the tears, the screaming
she was fierce like always, cold as ice but oh so beautiful, like stars
and nobody could ever compete to this girl and her dark evil twin

I loved you more than I hated the world, craved you more than ever
everytime you had to go was like a piece of starlight leaving the sky
this girl was dancing with devil and writing poetry with his minions

my world never revoled around loving things or loving phrases
my world always revoled around pills and alcohol around death
but everytime the end was coming.. I saw your face .. everytime

so if you were my demon and all of my dreams were haunted
I want to live in this endless nightmare forever and ever darling.
didn't write for a while..

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