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Josh Kizax Oct 2020
😭😭It all ended in smoke😭😭

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I won't be very gentle, If I shouldn't say Goodbye .
We have gone through Countless hustle, bustle, But your heart and memory still fully dry.
          
You've passed through double-puzzle,
so do I.
Not only with your bubble trouble,
But also with covered shadow-lies.

Flashback! You seemed quite humble,
very stunninng beautiful butterfly.
Fearlessly I approach you and stumble,
with your cradle lullaby.

Flashforward! I had Bible when I fall, knowing it would give me an audible sigh.
Not because I never fall or fail to fall,
But had fear to fall in love with my Ally.

On 14th of February I recall,
Reciting my first best poem, "I comply."
Followed by  Endless texting and calls,
I cercrifise my heart to be a twisted pie.

Like an horrific mathematics table,
I felt proud criming it, wasted time rhyming love sci-fi.
Our relationship was like an American football,
Where modification was to be held to qualify.

I was left in the fog of a Temple,
Like a frog, waiting for your magnifying Justification to standby.
Was too late to clarify the jungle-rumble,
Coz you left me in a cage tongue-tied.
I never get your co-operation, So our love passed by.
Now probably, I write this last letter to you to say good-bye
True story. It hard to live apart from people we love with there memory stuck deep in our hearts! I loved her but it all vanished away, tho' I still remember the good time we spend together.
J J Sep 2019
Cross the sea, cross the land, ticking bomb stranded
***** totem in an aged biscuit tan.
Slit-slash, the sun is an open wound
Across the sky that preludes a myriad of boredom's

The wind caught their blank faces and froze them
Thawless, invincible as a corpse and forever
Parading the street. When I was younger
I wanted to sit on a rock and watch history go by
But now I'm not so optimistic, I'm on the run in a sense

Living life on the dime of a lucky sixpence, pensiveness
Only seems to waste time. 'You get busy living' they say,
'Or you get busy criming.'

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