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 Jul 2022 Savio Fonseca
Pr nandni
YOU'RE not only who has problems here,
RISE above your grief.....
Look up,
SKY have SCARS too!!!!
Turns colourfull, Burns his BLUE ......
 Jul 2022 Savio Fonseca
Pr nandni
Sun melted to pink, but Sky is still BLUE...
Not everything turns GOLDEN before the end
Only the HORIZON is colourful,
Lemme see...
Yeah, and for a long time sky is gonna be blue
Sky will remain blue unless you pour colours to it
There are memories attached,
With each day, I keep re-living,
Years go by, it does not matter.
There are things I keep feeling,
Your absence does not bother.

I see the marks your feet leave,
You wander but not that farther,
Away from me, here is my plea,
That on days like these i miss,
A piece of myself taken from me.

I am stuck in this lapse of time.
 Jul 2022 Savio Fonseca
v
to say that i dont know where to begin would be an understatement

so i will just write what comes to mind

to let the words flow through me

and let it bleed through the tip of my pen
If the Devil had a friend,
Who would it be?
Would it be you or
        would it be me?
You played with a top,
but you left it there spinning.
My mother's darkest hour
         became my beginning.
You abused her, ***** her,
and used for game.
Now because of you
         I'm the embodiment of shame.
A man has a job
to do what is right
but you'd rather crush souls
          and play as you'd like.
So I ask again, If the Devil had a friend,
who would it be?
Would it be you?
           Because I refuse for it to be me.
There's a thin line between right and wrong,
And now Nineteen years have gone.
I've cried and been angry
           but it all left me empty.  
A child can not pay
for the sins of the father
so I refuse to feel shame
            for what you did to my mother.
If the Devil had a friend.
Who would it be?
Would it be you?
Or would it be me?
Let’s take a walk down Memory Lane
So much to see
Lovers and others I discover
Such history
My first kiss
My first love
The young ‘un who was me
What I learned
What I lost
Regrets for sure
Good times with good friends
What came to be
Older, somewhat wiser
Checking out the past
Measuring, reminiscing
Remembering what lasts
Whatever 'the thing'
and that's the thing, isn't it?
it's
the nail that'***** upon the head
the complete story, not read,
Sunday morning, half dead,
but we're well-bred
and that's the thing
isn't it.
 Jun 2022 Savio Fonseca
Mykie
You know the saying,
when you drop a plate and it shatters
you can say sorry a million times
but it'll never go back to how it was?
I feel like I've shattered
every piece of my life,
and im picking up the shards
One by one
Cutting myself on every broken piece
And I've said sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
But there's nothing I can do
The plate is still shattered and I can't fix this
No "sorry" can fix this
Im sorry..
When you left me, it was as if a beautiful painting had been stripped away from a wall.
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