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The way, she did to me
Is the way I did to her
The way, where hearts broke
The way,
I will never return to


The way where
Sun used to long last
The days spent in the past
Still, when thy feeling arises
My day neither sets, nor rises
Poets frankly speaks about an injury he inflicted to his beloved to take revenge.
George Krokos Dec 2017
For what does the sun rise and for what then does it set?
is it not for Heavenly Love which it cannot ever forget?
The moon and stars are also subject and don't seek a release
until that love beckons them to find rest in its ***** of peace.
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From "The Quatrains" ongoing writings since the early '90's
Serinda Marie Dec 2017
You were my bushel kept my light from shining
You were my kryptonite kept me from flying
Yes puppeteer I'll do as you say, but I can finally smile when you look away.
There were purple clouds high in the skies
With the sun setting down in front of my eyes
Fading away becoming smaller and lighter
Making the moon shine bigger and brighter
Because in every darkness
there is always some light
Light of hope to win your fight
BladeRunner Aug 2017
What do I do with all the words that I have left unsaid

The **** I want to say
But cant and wont

As if I was filling a bucket with teardrops

Keep telling myself
That one day Ill say it all
Its just that that day
Will not come

So

Writing is the only way I can
Let go of half of the burden
I set the words free
Even though
They never
Make it
To you

But somehow I feel
That they now
Are closer to you
And therefore
Am I
A Jul 2017
Sun
I want to be just like the sun.

Because after it sets,
it rises.

And I, too, will rise.
you are strong; you are the sun.
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