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Someday maybe                         |                gnitiaw fo derit worg ll'I
As I wonder about of you            |         ?yhw wonk t'nod i sselpleh oS
Hear my heart that say...          |                 ...enola lla ereh m'I taht
Of our sweet memories             |                 yawa spils tsuj ti tsaf oS
That is here to stay,                   |             ,emit ni eud nettogrof tuB
Of my love to you, Forever        |     og tel ot esoohc uoy evol ruo fo
It's been sitting in draft for years, so as the memories that comes with it.
(Origin date)
03/28/2011 8:15-AM

(CC BY-NC-ND 4.0)
Ipsita Jul 2019
He tore me apart
Took my heart
Went on a walk
Became casual over a talk
Life made us split
He broke my heart
Why did he do that?
Just made me slog
Missing love was a mistake
Bliss spils over the place
Each human seems hollow

Today or day after
Someone just ends a story
Someone keeps hoping to start a new one

It can just be terrible to walk into another untold verse. Hoping to stick just another broken word.
Life maybe cruel at times, yet sticking to it is what we should all do.
himangshu Apr 2020
Blood red.
it's captivating,
isn't it.

when it drools down the skin
clots it's path
and flushes the flirty cheeks.

when it spils out of the territorial body,
leaving a mark and
attracting attention.

blood red.
it's captivating,
isn't it.

when it can save a life,
where it could cost a life.

when the absence of it's occassional spill can mark a new life
whereas it's unnatural flow can take away an unseen life.

blood red.
it's captivating,
isn't it.

— The End —