Today, tomorrow, everyday a friend hits the highway, Leaving behind another empty seat or stage. Traders or employers; they make their own profit, Gardens or markets, lexicon buys a way like toolkit.

Labels of all rights reserved', 'copyright' seal letters, Their envelopes still give in to sinuous-skilled hands. Building homes, planning escapes under fingertips, Untidy beds weigh heavier with extended friendlists.

Life here or life there, everywhere is home to chaos, Heads spin for magazines flaunting taped-trends. Suturing one day, another slips through finger cracks, In the end we're holding but sand in transient hands.

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Clothes for Love
What is love when it wears
the shoes of hate
sweater of judgment
accessories of gossip
pants of vengeanceand
the coat of conditions?
Real love is naked.

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All he had was
A mind full of faith and
A Heart full of love

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Giving a trust is pathetic
Because
Few promises are meant to be broken

That's when you realize
how love changes to hate
Crying because of seperation
To
Crying for separation...

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Cos my breaths where in rhythm with your smile

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During that odd hours of silent winter nights.. Their love was glowing in ecstasy
Those smiles looking into their deep lines in their palms

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Somewhere between those
broken pencils and these
erased dreams we grew up!

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Fake love is like
Putting the fireflies in jars
They Flicker, and then they're gone..

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I didn't know I was starving till I tasted your soul..

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In the dusk
looking at your way
Waiting is my destiny
Sullen face turn pleased
With your pearly rays
Of glance in thy eyes
Darkness floated away
With your embrace
Agony of departure
Made me woe
Hands were parted
In hope of another day

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