You said you hate tears in my eyes.....you are the reason i am crying for years
You said i have pretty eyes....you are the reason i haven't slept for months
You said you never want my smile to drop .....you are the reason i haven't laughed for weeks .....
You said you feel blessed by my existence... And You are the sole reason i regret it
What do you think was strong ? Your love or my dilusions?

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That voice is enough for me to feel at home
That chuckle is enough for me to stop fearing the unknown
Even those deep breathes are worth listening
They leave my eyes and soul glistening
Thoses hands are enough for me to feel safe
Those smiles are alone to take me out of my cave
Those praises are enough for me to feel beautiful
In short..that human is enough for me

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A brutal confession
His gaze penetrates my soul
His rheumy yet dead eyes ....see through it.
His blue veined hands ...feel it
It feels as if he can see through me ....and knows every little secret of mine
His mind gets satisfied by that stupefied look on my face
And what i do?
I dont resist ......being stunned again n again

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What does it feel like to be loved....asked a beautiful bird to me I
knew what it was all about...i told her that i never got to know what it feels like ...she frowned,
Then i whispered to her......"but i know how to love" huh she flew away ..never came back .....she knew the cost and pain of a lover
Silly bird not everyone can run from it

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Who are you?
Who are you to look at me with that softest gaze possible
Who are you to touch my wounds with those feathery hands..
Who are you to give me warmth ..on my cold nights
Who are you to touch my soul with those beautiful words
Who are you ?? An angel?
Who are you to change at the very next moment
Who are you to make me feel empty with that bitter gaze?
Who are you to make me flinch at every touch of yours?
Who are you to make me feel drenched on;a perfectly dry day?
Who are you to make feel me feel worthless
Who are you to laugh at my gullibleness
Who are you ?? A devil?
You preferred your games on top of my innocence.....now i dont wanna who you really are .....

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The most pure moment of love is when you kiss a picture of your beloved..and a lone tear fall on it..while you are busy trying to feel their presence

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Nothing much nothing less...
Just a girl stuck in her "so called mess"

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He kept penetrating that knife into my soul......
And i kept smiling looking at his eyes
A beautiful distraction it was ...indeed

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I embraced the scars they gave me
Just because the knife they were holding was like a blessing to me

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The moment youll read about my side of the story
Then that day....." another pyschopath will be born"!
I promise....

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