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It's been a long time since you loved me,                                                        
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   even longer since you held my hand,                                                      
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my walls are working perfectly,                                                       ­                 
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now I don't give into your demands                                                          ­        
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  I don't think often about you                                                              ­      
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  or the way you made me feel,                                                      
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convinced myself I don't love you,                                                            
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 It was the only way I'd heal                                                             ­                                   
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Why did have to come over here,                                                        
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telling me that you still care?                                                            ­              
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Showing me, eyes filled with tears,                                                  
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you never did play fair                                                             ­                       
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I'd be a fool to let it get to me                                                               ­         
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and be your victim once again                                                            ­                          
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When it's all been done, I'd rather be,                                                              ­        
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someone else than who I've been                                                             ­     
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 I'd like to think I learned a thing or two                                                      
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in the time we've been apart,                                                           ­           
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I can't fall back in love with you,                                                             ­               
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you­'re no good for my heart
Call me for no reason,  I love hearing your voice
Call me in any situation whether it is sad or happy.
You know if you need me na I ll always there for you. Just call me.....

It doesn't matter how busy I am...
I will make time for you.

If you need to talk or you just call me for no reason.
It feels like a golden hour or golden part of life .
When suddenly call me and said ....
I misses you so much....
That time I just want to kiss you more .

When your  calls and your voice hear , it feels like my heartbeat has increased, and it just keeps saying, "Yes, this is the one I've been waiting for."
The moment I hear their voice, it feels like peace, just this.

After spending the whole day busy in college, dealing with all the stress, when I come back and get their call, all the stress and anxiety just fade away.

And if I get a message or a call in the middle of class, it feels like... uff!
Their call is like medicine for me.

If I don’t get their call, it feels like something is missing.

I start feeling restless.
Happiest time
We break a piece of glass....unintentionally.
We break a loving heart....intentionally.

When a glass breaks,
it makes a sound.
When a heart breaks,
it cries in silence.
I often wonder,
what happens when all the lovers die ?
Do they really turn into stars,
to shine bright in the night sky ,
far away from each other -forever.

Or do they turn into stardust, become one,
comes down to the earth
to be reborn,
to fall in love again ?
oh
oh, the bliss that must come with
the ignorance to your own actions
the knives you spit with vehemence  
whether involuntary or by choice
a deaf man could’ve felt
the disappointment in your voice
A bit of Black.
A piece of Scarlet.
There's no turning back.
When I place my rings upon you
nothing is beyond my grasp.
Each rotate to become the main body of it.
In place of angels
the hand of friendship
forms a pattern on the wall.
It's there to remind us
we're all sitting targets.
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                               A New Medication and its Cautions

One of the side-effects of my new med is death
Along with garbled speech and all the reth
Right here on this enclosure; that’s what it saith -
And when I read of death I lost my breath!
That skin of his,
I could run circles over it.
Skin fine as butter,
It just keeps getting better.

Caressing it that’s not in a lustful manner
Rather I caress it to feel the texture of his skin.
To get to know each and every piece of him.

Physically, his face says it all
It speaks to me in an adorable way.
Mentally, his emotions adhere to mine.
I could feel the happiness that he withholds.

The sparks in the air, the sparks within his eyes.
I want to witness every bit of that.
To savour all of him.
Till it’s improbable.

Those eyes he used to gaze upon me.
To me, it’s something unknown.
That look that nobody else in the room could give.
Specialised only for me.
Your ablaze eyes, stare at me for longer
I only need this moment to linger.
No more of these jitters.
I don’t need all that clutter.
Stay and look at me.
Let me contain this moment.
We are not born with fire—
we choose it.
In the silence of doubt,
in the ache of waking pain,
we reach for a flame
that doesn’t burn,
but builds.

Some of us burn
not to destroy,
but to light paths
no one dared walk before.
We carve names into time
with trembling hands
and unwavering hearts.

Creation is not in limbs,
but in vision.
In the breath that shapes words,
in the mind that dares to dream
even as the body folds.

But even fire,
no matter how bright,
must one day soften
into ember.
Even warriors
deserve a gentle sunset.

So when peace calls your name—
when stillness becomes the goal,
not the obstacle—
may you rest with pride,
not regret.

For the world remembers
those who chose to live
with courage,
to create in the dark,
to love in the storm.

And to my friend,
who walks with wisdom and weight,
know this:

You are not fading.
You are finishing—
and every step leaves warmth behind.
This poem is dedicated to a man whose honesty lit something in me. It's for anyone facing the weight of time, illness, or doubt—and still choosing to speak, to create, to feel. This is about the fire we carry, the peace we seek, and the love that binds it all together in the end. Much respect, always.
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