The empty 'i love you's that he sent,
All i could feel, were the spaces between each of its words.
Like the infinite space that extended between our hearts afterall.
Perhaps i knew all along;
The gap wasn't just in the words but in ourselves.
In the empty voids that each of us carried.
Once again, i was in love with the idea of him and not him.
The only emotion he made me feel was just like him; E m p t y.

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Empty roads, empty noise and empty people.
Are all in some waiting,
The waiting of being touched by life again.
Perhaps to feel alive one last time.
The moving water, moving leaves and moving memories.
Aren't they all tired of themselves?
Or perhaps just i am.
As if the existence lost a part of itself,
or perhaps i did.

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Behind the shadows of fallen leaves,
I saw her face once again.
Through the wind chimes of my hair,
She used to sing the songs of misery.
A faceless face reflected in mirror every morning.
She was among those corroding white feathers.
Maybe a complex masterpiece made in darkness,
Which perhaps had already faded there or never existed.
I don't know who she was , do you? Asks the mirror.

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Woman by the ocean.

As i close my eyes,i see her ,a woman standing by the ocean on a deserted ship. She looks sad and lonely, in her grey coat. Her long hairs are moving with the wind. It seems as if she's waiting , waiting for her to be alive again.
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With moon inside of her eyes,
She shined among the stars.
And waves of her hair, flowed in the air.
Like flattering wings of a butterfly,
Her eyes blinked slowly in the sky.
And her crimson soft lips,
Were a sunset seen in the seas.
And voice ; a flute played into my ears.
Everytime she smiled, her dimples
Left marks on the land of my heart.
But all this was hidden from the world,
Beneath the layers of her thick skin.
She could only be seen through my eyes.
For, she was just an image i had fanticised.

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There is misery in joy,
It's darkness in the light.
There is evil in every good.
Suffering, in all peace.
Suffocation with every breath.
And life, is a living death.
Falsehood in each truth.
Some tears with each laughter
Chaos built within the order.
And despair amongst the hopes.
Uncertainty in probabilistic scopes.
An act played in all this reality.
With noise filled in the melody.
It's pain within illusion of relief.
Sleeplessness with every sleep.
With defeat along each win.
And an end to everything.

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O world,
Let him and I rest together,
In the same graveyard,
For, I want our dead pieces
To merge at least once.
And give birth to our love,
In the form of a black rose.
For, our love never existed,
when we
were alive.

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Though we were just
meters afar in space,
Yet the distance separating
our future was c∆t ,
where t= infinity.
So forever we stay ,
never existing together.

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And the one who scares nothing,
Is the one who everyone's scared of.

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