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My heart told me it felt something for a heart that felt lovable and told me it felt like a sweet river after surviving years in drought, after tasting droplets of salty water it wants to drown in that river without any doubt.

But look at the tragedy my heart doesn't know that the heart it likes is someone else's already, cuz the heart which once loved yours it was busy loving some other heart which didn't even like yours steady.

But the yearning of a heart loving yours will never set until a heart full of love only for you arrives, what if the reincarnation of your own heart is waiting to love you till death and cradle your image within its gaze it thrives.

My heart has a secret alley in which no one has passed in ages will someone dare to take a step and explore its beauty?, it wants to tell how it yearns for a kind of love which doesn't rush and believes in slow love and even love in cruelty.

What if it finds someone who sleeps to see you in its dreams and wakes up to your thoughts and thinks of living in a dreamland with you, where chocolates grow on trees and clouds flow as rivers and fairies live as our neighbours and everything feels fresh and new.

But still this heart questions who's good in this generation maybe there's some pure heart waiting for me, which holds tight even when it's on an attack and for me it's ready to bend on its knees.

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A word that's stuck in my mind because of you that I've became, a person who is so 'delusional', I know you don't care at all but I've started to love coffee and midnight chimes which is not at all unusual.

Cuz I've always been like that but after I've met you it all started to make sense in a way that I've never noticed, and I don't even like you now but the things you left with me has been so focused.

That green in your eyes that I never got to see but always dreamt of how it would be, but whatever happened was somewhat good for I know you would agree.

But thenn.. at the end all I want to be is a girl living in a castle in the middle of a forest, cuz I'm tired of writing about things that don't want me and longs for a unrecognisble quest.

Sometimes I romanticize and wish the worst for me but I doubt my premonitions, only to see you in my dreams still holding me tight singing and burst my heart with lots of fissions.

If I can survive with a thought that you will be there for me not in real life but my world of mirage, then it would be peculiar cuz my mind will scream while my heart will get sabotaged.

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What if I die suddenly what would you do? Will you stay over my grave or leave me alone, will you still say yes to someone who says she loves you or will you search for my clone?

I don't want to miss you like this so meet me and say you'll stay, no matter what you won't let me go even if I say leave me on my condition would you still console me and say.

"Everything's gonna be okay I've got you, you can rest now" holding me in your arms, if I hit myself where it hurts the most multiple times will you make me stare at the stars?

And say "you're like one of those, stardust in your eyes better than mine," say "you're the best thing that happened to me" staring at the moon so divine.

Will it ever effect you if I never came into your life? Or will it kill you to see my somber eyes? My love for you will flow in these poems and I swear it never dies.

If I were to die and I wanted you to love me, will you love me for the hell of it? Holding the nature in your eyes would you dare to atleast love me a little bit?

All these questions I know you wouldn't answer but still will you stay? Just wanted to breath in the same air as you as you pass by or sway away.

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I think that you're jealous of the poems that I wrote about anyone but you even if it's in the past, but know that I won't make it anymore now that you're in my head all day and night even if we don't talk that much at last.

I just can't wait to see you in person some day I hope that day comes soon, I often picture you laughing just to catch myself blushing like an idiot staring at the moon.

You call me mine like it's my name in my dreams all my blues turn into colours, we roam around in the garden of tulips like we're some lost lovers.

I'm tired of writing unrequited love poems which I wanna make come true with you, you carrying my heels when I say my feet hurt walking out of a ball room making our dance debut.

I'm a little jealous of the people and even non living things who get to see you everyday, idk why but it turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned like a deep survey.

I wanna hit you with my stupid questions like "why is the Earth's crust so hot?" in the middle of the night, when your notification pops up all I can do is be excite.

Ahhh! Your eyes.. now what's left to say like I'm addicted to the idea of us being together, now that I've seen your eyes I've known that I could drown in green like stormy rainy whether.

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A worst drought screaming your name tangled so fine with the wilt of my heart, blooming of his eyes feels like breathing yet he wouldn't know how his smile, the peace it bought.

I made a pact with myself that I won't make poems about him anymore but here I'm on my way to complete the rest twenty, idk why but everything I do nowadays is for him even in the chaos I dream of him which brings me satisfaction plenty.

Oh to be in a gothic fairytale with him as my villain who would burn down the world for me or to just say I'll write poems about you and serenade you beneath the moonlight, an imperial beauty with greens in his eyes holding the nature when his presence so unreal which made me believe in afterlife in which I'd go if I might.

I'm craving 1850s vampires kind of love, a love where they would love her for the rest of their life, no matter what you always end up waiting for me in my dreams playing a fife.

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I think my soul doesn't belong here when my guardian angel says "don't you feel tired comforting others with the words you wish to hear!?", Sometimes I feel like I should've been in a book with stories written by me which I could actually bear.

I just wanna get ready for myself and dance in the dark with the souls of grace in the moonlight, for God if you would've told me how this life's gonna be in my past life, I would've been braver with a hope lit bright.

I would dance in empty street bleeding the pieces of me into shining pebbles, lost in the woods searching for a monster who kept quiet playing a nebel.

A place where I could scream my heart out and cry till my lungs blasts and my throat rips, there will be my real freedom and that'll never be the reality which I already know always strips.

I usually like to delight in serene melencholy creating metaphors in my head to be alive, just to believe someone will say "everything will be alright" if I can't live I could just survive.

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my eyes long to embrace you within their gaze, so desperate that even if you stab it with knife, feeling heaven I'd say slide it deeper still, I could even dance with the devil but I wait to go to sleep so that I can wait for you to show up cuz I know you will.

How to tell you everything I feel without actually telling you cuz that would only be possible in another lifetime, why do you haunt my memories why can't you come yourself instead, do you ever think about me like I do that it ends up feeling like it's a crime.

I used to wait for the time to hit past 12 because that was when you were fully with me I think, you said not to be too delusional but that's where I can be with you and not come to reality when I blink.

You'll never even know how much I cried over you and you say it's all teenage emotions, even when I know I don't know you, I think you're a bookworm for whom I'm feeling oceans.

They say the dreams we see is just us but from the parallel universe atleast I'm there with you, you don't know how my heart skips a beat even thinking about you it's true.

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Little miss don't know how to react, when her mood swings are high, seeing or drinking coffee reminds me of him now, god.. why!!?

I feel supercalifragalisticexpialidocipusly beyond repair because of this man, why do I want to bury myself 'till our next eclipse' when I know my delusion can.

Why does my tears won't stop reading our conversation why does my heart weigh too much suddenly, why does he feels like a dream and never return that too inevitably.

Why did I like someone just by seeing their picture at the first place, and why am I going crazy over someone whom I never met in my life or seen their face.

I just wanted to admire him until my feelings fade away but it took twist and turns in my life, now I'm writing poetries about how I'm hurt and how I'm feeling stife.

But why should I cry why should I waste my time for noone, when I have my friends to hold me for lifetime and stop saying he's the one.

Maybe I liked older men just to know how this world works, not that he was bad he was just a lesson that I shouldn't lurk.

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And suddenly every song reminded me of you, perfect scenarios in my head with you in my view.

I like how my cheeks hurt when I smile in happiness it doesn't fade, I write everything in my diary, how my day was with you like I'm getting paid.

You return like autumn, and I fall every time with a stupid smile on my face, you should see my face which is yearning just for a single gaze.

You're the definition to Van Gogh's paintings, the starry nights and the cool breeze, for you I'd fall from grace and if you say I'd even freeze.

I like the way you talk to me and say it's nice to learn new things, still you don't know me yet how I blush when I know it's just some random flings.

For you I love the line, "oh vulture you can have all the flesh, just spare my eyes for I hope to see him once!", the urge to say the sun is beautiful isn't it? or the fact that I saw you in my dreams once. (or twice)

I hope he doesn't get annoyed when he hears my stupid questions, for I'd hope to get to adore him in all the dimensions.

How is it even a poetry if I don't write about his eyes when it's soo beautiful, I swear to god his eyes makes me forget how to breathe isn't it so dutiful.

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I read somewhere that "I may never find words beautiful enough to describe how you are, but I'll spend the rest of my life searching for them", searching as if you are the lost galaxy and I'm the universe holding you with so much love and mayhem.

You're like the welcoming scent in my dreams but with so much innocence and mystery, your eyes saying something like desert sands, the mountains, stars and planets, deepest sea and deeper still through history.

You don't know me better yet to just give me a single glance and write two words about me, I made this poetry for how I adore you and for you to see.

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If I ever get to live in the world that I created in my mind, all will be mine, and would live happily cooking different cuisines and dine.

There wouldn't be any kinds of angry men and abuses wouldn't be any begging and bruises, there wouldn't be any girl like jenny just happy faces with the man she chooses.

A home where everything is left to build however I like to live comfortably, a place where I can live without being scared and dance to Taylor Swift perfectly.

Either this universe or another or perhaps what I can't have in this life, I'll forever have death after licking off the knife.

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One day someone in my body introduced butterflies to my stomach, as I searched for the reason his presence said, maybe ask your heart? But mind said havoc.

Why does it feel like 'to love is to destroy' cuz everytime I say I love you, all I hear is 'it'll pass', isn't it so cynical of me that I'd only dance with you even if when I know all I'll get is a lifeless mass?

How would you know how you made the best out of the broken me without even acquainting me and seeking, but now I'm afraid I'll let you go as I move on but I know you'll always be abandoned with constant peeking.

Maybe you were there just to show how a forever can be felt in only one beautiful year, and living my life just like nothing happened but every alternate nights rolling out a single tear.

And whenever your eyes went through my soul there were fireworks just for a second and back to the real world, you thought me something that I can't even express as I curled swirled and whirled.

I feel oceans for you but I can't even express a single drop, you're not worth of it anyways, I'm crying because my delusion of who you were was shattered by the truth of who you are like a stupid maze.

I'm buried in a sad prose which noone can read and still haunted by you even when I'm dead and you're still alive, I can't remember the old me when I didn't know you and now I realise I've spent years of my life resisting the desire to end it, confused but maybe clear like a beehive.

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One day someone in my body introduced butterflies to my stomach,

as I searched for the reason his presence said, maybe ask your heart? But mind said havoc.

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Maybe in other universe we're together and maybe in this life you're meant to be with someone else,

maybe you're not the right man for me and maybe my lungs hurt when in the silence it yells.

The times when I used to see you everyday and adore you without ever seeing you more than a second,

my days turned into spring and my soul wandered without being threatened.

I read somewhere that "if you stab me in the heart, I'll still apologise for getting blood on your clothes",

and finally my guardian angel will say, for you'll always be the writer and he'll always be the words with countless fake oaths.

I was picking up pieces of mine that you left me with.. but you complained about the mess it made,

but "who are you to break me", the words became the careless cascade.

It was you when I spent my nights crying and it was you when I had butterflies just because you saw me and smiled,

it was you all along when I learnt how to live without you and I hope it'll be you when I finally decide to leave you and get my life piled.

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They say we all have a soulmate, what if I say I have two, who makes me feel at home and a bird which is free.

They're love, they're life, they're everything I can think and even the things I can't think, if I've got any secret then they'll be the first to know and ik they WILL sync.

It's like a tiny little family I have with no irritation or trauma, if we get to cooking then there will only be laughters and aroma.

If I had to talk about love then I'd talk about us, we'll guess our issues just by seeing our faces like "something is sus!".

Its like if we stand by eachother's side then we'd rule the world, and make everyone heard.

We're not only there for gossip but for eachother, what if we all never met, our lives would've been darken than black colour.

What if I say we fight verrryy rarely or barely even fight, that's my flex that noone is as good as them and our friendship is soooo tight.

We meet a few times in a year I guess, and it's like we paused our lives and started wherever we stopped and never a mess.

I grew up with them and it's like we're sisters from another mothers, even if we live far now, I know like these, I can't find gems another.

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They say if a poet falls in love with you, you can never die, but what if the poet wants to be the poem for once and in their dreams they lie.

The poet is tired from bleeding on paper and the flood in her eyes, her heart felt like a monster so the ribs became the cage and for the freedom it cries.

She loves the paper more than people because it doesn't judge, and everytime she felt like pulling the triger she held the pen and burnt the bridge.

She always desires the things that destroys her when she's breaking, thinking she'll find better reasons this year to bleed with hard aching.

The poet is overflowing with the words she doesn't have, atleast for once will she make it out alive?

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HIS pov <3

She's like a dream, I dream of every night, she's the cutest when she gets into a fight.

My eyes won't get off of her if she wears saree, that too in red.. that's quite hard for her to carry.

She's too cute to handle and I just want her to stay by my side, the way she makes me feel is only known by my heart for which she's the guide.

She says we can't be together in this lifetime, but she don't know that she's the one I wanna wake up next to and cook for me and calls me down when it's dinnertime.

I've got a lot of nicknames for her to call, but it's only when we're online, cuz I can't even talk infront of her cuz she's just soo fine.

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