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  Jul 2015 Zulaiha Zainal
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the light at the end of the tunnel is constantly being chased
maybe it's not the light that matters, but who you become
while you're running.
Zulaiha Zainal Jul 2015
you were desire and i was the fire
keeping your flame alive though it was a tire
killing me slowly every second warmth was required
just to keep your cold heart afire

what would you do if the one you admire
isn't worth setting yourself on fire?

you had the drive and i barely survived
only to derive
that i was deprived
you made me believe that i was alive

but in real life,
i was no more than your test drive

you were Kurt and I was Courtney
love so toxic, you were killing me softly
only to know you were the first to fall deeply
into the dark paradise where it ends peacefully

our love was so toxic it could **** forty
only to take you away from me
love loss toxic relationship
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When the inflated crunching sky turns into the black hole, one by one the expected stars slowly falling on the horizon, sudden deep dark clouds cover the silky face of moon, or the earth takes the full moon.

Long, long shadows darken the meadows, southern wind can’t open your closed window at all, standing along on the curve of a road, a sigh to fly in the wind, roaming heart finding a home.

See the mystic form of the known objects, distant standing old banyan tree suppose to feel a lonely friend of mine, a friend of rootless time, when silly, bogus thoughts engulfed me, want to break up but change does not cry out.

Melancholy beauty in the dark, floating with the imagine gulls in the sky, draw the red sun on the canvas of dark sky within the wings of dream, again see you are playing with the seven colors across my unfinished sky.
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
Zulaiha Zainal Jul 2015
My dear friend, how is life treating you?
Do you still watch the stars every night like we used to,
Or do you watch the ceiling in the dark like I do?

My dear friend, how is life treating you?
Do you still hum tunes when you get bored,  
Or do you think of me like I think of you when the lights go off?

My dear friend, how is life treating you?
Do you still cruise down the streets like we did,
Or do you walk alone, like I do, hoping that our paths would meet?

My dear friend, how is life treating you?
Do you still smile as bright,
Or do you now have to hide?

My dear friend, how is life treating you without me?
I hope you're not falling apart like I am without you beside me.

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