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Skye Dec 2020
The ordinary becomes the extraordinary
Once perspective is changed
And I’m standing here we’re we used to meet
But this time it’s only me
Who’s under the moonlit sky
Wind in my lungs
Smoke in the air
Fireworks in my hands
And I try to cup the light
As the cityscape becomes alive
Under a carpet of night.
I guess love can set us alight,
But it burns us slowly, quietly
From the inside out.
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© Cori
Butterfly Apr 2020
While rain pours down on the rooftop,

I finally feel calm
and
it's terrifying
The unknown can be terrifying
Stay safe and don't forget to eat a cookie, you derseve it!
Tanay Sengupta Feb 2020
The sound of drizzle on the rooftops brings back memories.
Memories of the years
that leave a few tears
beneath your eyes.

Sometimes it is astonishing
when you realize
how quickly time flies.
It takes you on a roller coaster ride
over the sharp edges of life.
Along the way you experience precious moments
that make you appreciate life.
Some moments of laughter,
some moments of tears and
some spent in melancholic thoughts.
These moments often transform into memories.
Memories of the times you spent,
the faces you saw
and the battles you fought.

When you hear the sound of raindrops
drizzling on the rooftop.
Sometimes it brings back memories.
Memories of those years
that often leave a few tears behind.

After all, what are we without these memories?
Mere mortals made of space dust and mundane miseries.
We go through life, dealing with both loss and gain.
All those transactions can't be repeated,
but the memories will always remain.

So rain, fall harder tonight
and bring back those memories.
Memories of the moments
that provide us an escape
from a life of mundane miseries.
Just something I thought of in a fly. I hope you like it. As usual, I leave it open to your interpretations. It is pretty simple and straightforward anyway.






Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2020.
All Rights Reserved.
Luna Maria Sep 2019
It’s where we smoked our cigarettes
because we were already living for way too long
but we never jumped of the roof

we only let the smoke
burn our lungs from inside out
and wanted death to come closer slowly.
two fallen angels on a rooftop
B D Caissie Aug 2019
Time has passed since her body gave up the fight. I still visit her grave and yearn for her sight.

I remember her whisper, soon my soul will take flight.
Among all the stars that burn the brightest of white.

So I stand on my rooftop each and every night. Searching for her essence among the twinkling lights.
fray narte Aug 2019
And how do you tell them you feel so empty without making it sound so sad?
Neha Apr 2019
And every night my love,
I watch you from my window,
Sitting on your rooftop,
And staring at the moon,
Like there's a piece of your heart,
Hidden in it's shadow.

I see it all love,
The way you look at the moon,
Like it's the only place for you,
Away from this chaotic world,
Where you can put your guard down
And throw away your mask.

I watch it every night love,
Your face.
Your face honey, draped in the
curtain of moonlight,
Oh, it mesmerises me,
And the beauty of your eyes,
With the moon's reflection in it,
My love,it leaves me spellbound.

I see it all love,
The way your eyes glimmer sometimes,
And the curve that forms on your face
talking to the moon.
And sometimes,I even see the shinning pearls cascading down your cheeks,
As the cigarette touches your lips.

It's like watching the moon
And talking to it gives you peace,
While looking at your face,
gives me serenity.
I wish someday I could watch the
moon with you and you would watch
the dawn with me,
I wish someday I could rewrite the stars,
And make you mine.
-Neha
IG: @smiling_feather
Zoe Robles Nov 2018
on that rooftop
i looked into the distance
and wondered why i couldn't see

i wondered
why the world stops.

but i realized
if you fly,

the world never stops.
there are surely
other ways to see the world

right?
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