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yellowgogh Feb 2021
Enervated with these demands of
needing explanations to everything
she had done.
She was worn out, until her nose bled
her heart pounded, her ears rang and
her eyes turned white
— She was almost out of breath.

Did you even bother to know this?

Because the very first thing
people would ask to her
wasn’t “How do you feel on this?”
But, “What is your contribution on this?”
yellowgogh Jan 2021
Wherever or however it’ll be hidden,
it will stink badly when it’s rotten.
yellowgogh Sep 2020
little she did know,
her bruises had been
the fertile soil of
wildly beautiful flowers
and, her tears had watered them
to not just be a season bloom,
but a forever spring.
yellowgogh Aug 2020
just how many more skies
need to be fallen
for me to be able
breathing a life
that has you
by my side?
yellowgogh Aug 2020
to my limitation about the distance,
i withstand the heartbreak.
unconcern to other humans’ emotions
but, the broken piece
of being out of reach
of not having you in my arms
when things are falling apart
and i see you are too,
from far.

but the world isn’t a kind place,
to restore the heartbreaks of
two person(s) in love.
despite the devilish heartless fate
of the universe,
the sky and stars give the chance
to wish for the
unspoken and hopeful words,
for those which are in love.
yellowgogh Aug 2020
standing across more than a sea,
with a supposedly related sky
of the connate stars
from the universe
of the same creator.

breathing similar air
of different habitations,
stepping on the inconsistent heights of land,
swimming within unalike taste
of sea waters
and, out of millions beings that give:
joy, sadness and, other emotions.

i choose you.
yellowgogh Jul 2020
there was something so content
about what the rain tryin’
to whisper about
him and her.

for its each drops
were scraping the air
into thinner layer,
that fall upon the skins of
twos who were innocent enough
to not know
their hearts got the same pace.
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