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I am the lonely portrait— a relic of forgotten frames,
paused mid-stroke, as if the brush lost faith in its worth
My skin is painted by many words; learning how to be
tough, taking down note by hesitant note— while the music
always plays in a minor key, an echo with no crescendo,
a verse that never becomes a chorus.

I speak in shadows— duelling the lovely dark that dresses
itself as company. It moves like an earthquake beneath ribs,
quiet until it’s catastrophic, gentle until it crumbles;
paramount and omnipotent.

My tears are potent, but never that important – imported;
as they arrive like a contraband emotion, smuggled in through
brief touches, but never held long enough to feel like home.
No comfort in the snuggle, only a struggle for the struggle —
I carry a thousand reflections, yet none are my own. And still,
I try—stroke by trembling stroke— to repaint my worth without
a muse, without applause, just silence and canvas and longing.

I am the painter’s sad poem— unfinished, unframed; hanging
quietly in a gallery no one walks through anymore.
umar farooq May 5
I wrote thousands of arcs in my mind about how we would meet and fall for each other. Yet none of them came true. Maybe I should have wished for one of those arcs from the treasure trove in my mind to come true—when that comet passed by earlier.
You’re so naive, so hopeless

Thinking everyone is the same

Thinking everyone will care



You’re so stupid, so gullible

You think they won’t forget

You think they will always remember you

Even when you’re not around



But you’re wrong

They’re not

  

When you alone, you remember them

When you busy, you miss them

When they around, you cherish them

When they busy, they forget you

When you around, they ditch you

When they together, they make you feel alone



You slips away, they didn’t notice

They slips away, you’re restless

You try to reach, they didn’t assume

They try to reach, you’re ecstatic

Clearly, even the blind know you’re left one-sided



The lonely heart, you just a lonely heart

You put up a smirk and be unbreakable

The lonely heart, you just a lonely heart

You put up a smile and be unaffected

The lonely heart, you just a lonely heart
With love, Andhizky
nawke Jun 2018
What does the good heart ask
Who are still remain to compete
When a disease remains un defeat
Where on deathbed at the feet
Will I waste my last words so sweet
Why  "Do you see, I won? "

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