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 Feb 4 Bree17
Zemlya
I always cry, cry every night
You think I'm good, I'm not alright
The good days are about to end
My lifeline is about to bend
I'd be the chill guy, I cannot
This love has made my brain go rot
The void is eating me alive
Nobody'll give me a high-five
Nobody'll say to me "Hello!"
I won't be here, I'll be below
Craziness
 Feb 4 Bree17
Zemlya
I'm alive (sadly)
It's been hard but I made it till February
 Feb 4 Bree17
Aymeric
I am a prisoner of love,
Locked in a cage with open doors.

I will never stop loving what breaks me,
The one who did nothing wrong,
Except not love me back.
 Feb 4 Bree17
Aymeric
Drown
 Feb 4 Bree17
Aymeric
A stone tied to my leg,
A note pressed beneath the knot,
Her name, a whisper, a wound,
A love that won’t be forgot.

The scissors rest within my hand,
Edges sharp, freedom near.
But I won’t cut,I never will,
I’d rather drown than live without her here.
 Feb 4 Bree17
Aymeric
Best described as alien beauty, out of this world,
A wonder, a mystery, a star unfurled.
Big brown eyes, deep and wide,
Lost at times, yet full of life.

A gaze that held both light and shade,
Charisma woven, soft yet brave.
If I could be lost in them forevermore,
I’d say yes, without a war.
 Feb 4 Bree17
Aymeric
Love
 Feb 4 Bree17
Aymeric
Once, too deep, too hard, too well.
No caution, no edge, no end in sight,
Just her, just us, just blinding light.

She was the world, and I was the sky,
Reaching too far just to stay in her eyes.
She left, but love did not fade,
It lingers, it aches, it won’t decay.
 Feb 4 Bree17
dead poet
the noise never fades;
my poise takes the bait;
in the halls of liberation,
i submit to my fate.

i took a solemn vow:
to be ‘holier-than-thou’.
neither wrong, nor right,
i knew, until now.

i failed to see a cause;
the effect? - a terrible loss;
blinded by obsessions,
i never took a pause.

it’s been a while since the fall,
when i sprung to a brawl
with my virtues, unmasked -
and caved in to nightfall.

it all seems a blur;
it’s ‘bout time i concurred:
my reason to exist
shall always be a curse.
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