as autumn dawns
her Friend in
simultaneous departure
and these words
arise from white
naming cooler sun
shrinking days and
shimmering leaves to
accompany her Friend
in one fluctuation
of season's end
and beginning...**

a blue heron's departure...

Margin is where you will find Jesus;
joining in with a party, dancing, and providing the best wine,( at a nudge from His Blessed Beloved Mother) if asked.
While as he said to those who hated Him, and they did,
I danced for you and you scoffed, you called me a drunkard,
and a fool, I did everything and nothing to satisfy those with no faith.
How would I ever live up to your false belief.

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Either if that land comes to me
or if I go to near the moon
rather, if I count the distance between the heaven and the hell
whatever you see or say
but I see and say there is a space

How long or thick I don’t know, but there is a space
where there is a vehicle or wind even empty
and the spaces, we run through air, land or the sea
if there exists any light or dark,
even I go through the time on the light speed
there I have seen a long space

Even between you and me
a little or big space
the shadow,
when I close to you
it has grown compact and even sometimes turned to dark
I can't see you
rather I see there is a space between you and me

And the star to star
sun to other stars
earth and the moon
and the moon and me
where there is a you there is at least a little space
even it dark or light
neither true nor false
either life or death
there is a space between you and me
your road to my road
your home to my home
at least a river, ocean or a wall that has created a space
your heart to my heart
your soul to my soul
there is a little space either light or dark
my love, that grew the difference between you and me
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

If my life were a movie
It'd be the one where the hero didn't win
If the hero is even a hero at all
Everything I've ever done wrong etched into my memory before i take the final fall
My soul no longer cries out
My mind has done a good job of sewing it's mouth shut
I'm too much of a coward to end it all
Through my head the thoughts will continue to crawl
They've planted a tree
As far as they could deep down inside of me
Its roots in my feet
Its branches grow twisted within me as i sleep
Cut me down

A boy you can't resist
He pretends feelings exist
How long will you linger
He has got you wrapped around his finger
You're thinking everything is going so right
He has got you wound pretty tight
It's never going to get better
Eventually you will end up reading a dear John letter
You really need to think twice
Listen to the words that have been given as advice
Sure it may be just an opinion
But they're from real experiences they've been in
There is so much you haven't seen      
My dear you're just eighteen

I am not yours to fix.
As broken as I am.
As tired as I may be.
As many flaws as I have.

I'm not yours to fix.

My flaws make me who I am.
Without them, I'd just be a mannequin.
Mannequins are pretty.
I'm real.

And I'm not yours to fix.