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Always & Forever
You talk about forever and forever ends
On first monday of the next month
I say, forever isn't a thing. It never existed.
But when you said,
"Forever"
It felt like an entire life
Streched out for both of us.
You talk about forever, but forever never existed
It was moments, like pearls
We could count on our fingers,
And moments that felt like
"Forever"
In the end, you learned
"Forever isn't a thing," remember?
"You taught me," you said.
Half surprised, I realized,
"But I always lived in the forevers
In the moments of your presence."
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"Ache, Ache , why'd you follow?"
He replies, "No matter where you go,
You carry your Heart around'
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I found myself standing in the corner of the terrace, thinking a place what used to be my favourite - all abandoned and deserted. A guilt rushes over, because I let go of those things I loved the most once. And I let it die - despite severeal cries for help. I sense my guilt piling up, my favourite things complain one after another to leave them behind, and I only find myself too stunned to make anything out of it.
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Sometimes all you can do is to look at the horror, Wide eyed.
That's all. You can feel it ripping you apart — You can feel the cracks,
But you never can stop the horror.
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It’s always been the way of this world,
You crave something you shouldn’t have
And when melancholia is not just a feeling,
It's an Existence!
Like the half eaten apple on the table,
Like the tea that was never touched warm
Like the half exposed moon
Like the half uttered truths.
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She never really left
As if she touched your soul
She lingers, she stays in the smokes of your cigar
She never really left
She stayed in the reflection of yours
And she stayed on the shadow you casted
She stayed with the words that you left
And she stayed with every regrets.
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So, I let be empty, let it howl, let it bleed till it's ready to be loved again, ready to love again.
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Then if your heart isn't empty, how it will be full again?
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Sometimes people only see what they want to see, not the real you.
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Goodbye, Mi amor,
You have your glorious sunset liquids
You drink unto your throat —
When it all ends we shall meet
And confess who hurt the other
at the end — the most.
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& to understand her would be as vain as to love her.
Essem Via the.ethereal.string
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Get past the darkness of your addition, You'll meet the tender light of mindfulness
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Strings attached, strings tangled, or strings burnt — Not all strings get to be knitted.
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Not having someone is more prominent than having someone...
Strange how your mind only realize it when you lose.
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She's a paradox, she's a mystery.
On days she has a lot to say even when no one listens.
And days passes by when she's fluent in silence.
She's a paradox , a contradict-
She cradles throns and flowers.
She's virtue and vice,
desiring fire and ice-
They don't see the blurry line , don't speak her tongue,
They leave after trying, saying
She's a little unsound.
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