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cea May 4
he gave her flowers
it's the 14th of the year's
second month
at the top of the blossomed fragrance
is a note that confessed
"be mine..."

she felt something
but it is nothing as it should—
as how he had hoped it would
"be mine... again, please"
he whispered

her eyes shown colors
of miss
and of hope
"i own mine,
i already own mine"

he tried to connect
the now and the past
he gave him a song
a letter, a photo
he gave him his word,
"one last time"

she looked down
thinking, feeling
as if below lies a mirror
that reflects memories from time,
time she thought—
and hoped would last

"one last time, i gave to mine"
she appeased

he left pleading
with a heart full of crease
but she found herself in peace

a complete piece
How do you cry for help
When all you know
Is a silent plea?
Sabila Siddiqui Jul 2019
Don’t leave me for him. Don’t abandon our years of friendship for the man you just met. Don’t let him blind you to the extent I am invisible and deafen you to the degree my secrets no longer reach your ear.
But I guess my plead is too soft and late to be heard. Because now I am here clinging on to my heart and tasting the salty tears that roll down my cheeks. I am here reminiscing all the memories we made the time only the two of us spent together. My heart aches with every message you ignore and every outing you ditch me for him. You are fading, our friendship is withering and my loneliness is just deepening. You are my everything but it seems I am no longer yours anymore. You’re my first, but it seems I am no longer yours. For your secrets never find a way to my ear and time in my life.

- I never knew the inseparable could be separable
Kenji May 2019
I might just be too good for you, or you too good for me.
So immune to love, so unchangeable.
Will you take me in?
You did many things, that I liked.
And your name deserves to be in my heart.
But you sleeping with a frozen heart and it belongs to someone else.
You made me feel so real, so unacquainted.
You brought the thrill, the risk, the rush.
I live for danger...
I haven't been around town in a long while, with you.
I apologize, but I've been trying to get over you by seeing them.
And you wished me good luck, to find somebody to love.
Honey please, don't leave.
I just might be too good for you.
Unrestricted, so priceless.
I'm everything.
I deserve it.
...
Take me in
The Town _ The Weeknd (Inspiration)
SHAINA BHATTI Apr 2019
Break me

But don't let scattered my heart.
A Simillacrum Feb 2019
Reflection.
Awareness.
How am I
still walking
still breathing
despite
carcinogenic
thoughts & feelings?
Reflection.
Ascension.
How am I
still drinking
still eating
despite
reverberation
in the earth's stomach?
Feeding myself to feed you.

Feeding myself to feed you.

. . .

Wet fingertip offered to the wind itself,
summon me personal heaven,
please, summon me
personal heaven.

Flat foot big toe tapping out the pulse
of the bare ground on concrete,
asking heaven of
the soil. Pleading.

Feeding myself to feed you.
Happily happening,
as but a terrible chance.

Happily happening.
TyBeauty Jan 2019
To obtain elements to follow the drift to resurface the experience is to ask best of He who knows to seek in which path to go.

To He I surrender abide and give you my heart to save the one that I truly love.
Easterly Dec 2018
O rich Heaven! The owner of earths! You already own the infinity!
Diamonds in the size of the mount Olympus, even vast,
Torches numberless, thousand times bigger than the phoebus,
Every departed soul from the past twinkles already on your lap large,
Seas without shores and the biggest of all ball floors,
Legends with roots so dense even light cannot probe, what's one more?
Of all combinations between the south and the north
O greedy Heaven! You lust for my love!

Don't rob this poor with such rich hands, I pray to you,
Even if I refrain others will rave and stain.
O don't pluck the apples of my eyes. Shame!
Had I been a beggar that blindness would have given me fame!
But living under your roof doesn't allow me to beg,
So, my sole request- let my loves throb in my rustic chest.
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