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faye Jul 2019
And the epiphany of it all was when we looked into each others eyes and I saw galaxies in yours while you saw nothing in mine.
thanks, love.
Jashn Feb 2019
That pain, which comes after
breaking of a heart,
failing of a hard-working chap,
not listening to songs for a long time,
losing focus on goals,
cutting down of a tree,
destruction of trust,
death of a loved one,
increment in stress level
isn't sirenic!
More to add? .[*!*].
D Oct 2018
vow
Steal my breath
and heal my heart

From you, my love
I will not part
I'm feeling melancholy
It dates back to the younger days,
I used to like those meeting days,
Those days were like soothing waves,
We were just kids in the growing phase
I never knew you were important to me,
Until that tear in your eye got my heart to bleed.
I swear I did not know you, until mid school,
but your voice was not new to me.
Then, our groups clashed and merged!
I still remember those days back in 10th grade
We were still in the mindless rage,
Still stuck with those childish games.
Soon, we started to talk,
We started to stay up around the clock,
They all started to mock,
And you started to walk away from me.
Had I known it would end up like this,
I would have bent the rules,
And not have wasted all this time thinking about you,
Could have lent you a hand just by inking all I knew.
Just you!
LGY Aug 2018
Knock Knock.
Who’s there?
Knock Knock.
Who’s there?
Knock Knock.
Who’s there?
Knock Knock.
Who’s there?
Farzaneh Qaf Jul 2018
Night again
My stressfull mind again
Began the painting like a game
Paint some pains
And
Make some names
Each for a reason
What a lame
Jack P Jul 2018
and all these gods are in one place
conspiring and -
all your efforts are misplaced
whining like an -
off-key note in a seraphic choir
lamenting a -
weekend's bitter aftertaste.

here's a thing you can't avoid:
a war of worlds on a bedroom floor
the house is kept unlocked at night
and a crosswind billows through the door.

...and all his questions are ignored
he chipped his teeth cause he was bored.

we wrote missives to a shallow grave
dug with musicals we rearranged
to fit the arc we fashioned here
as we waltzed atop the sinking pier.

...I am prone to switching off
So I will never turn you on.
this is a song i'm writing, have a draft
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