Found love in closet of darkness,
with roses crushed in despair,
Her undying scent beckoning,
Breeze on heels to tell,
Secrets binding her timely death.

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I wasn't always brave.
I was truly incorrect.

When you roused me from my slumber last month to accompany you around the world.
I was pushed off a cliff.
Then I cut my eardrums with regret.
There are too many apologies.
I began to choke.

When my aura cracked and mortality bled, you treated me like an adversary.
I was chopped off like grass on Grandpa's lawn.
I resembled a windy landscape.

You stated I liked it every time you rammed your nonsense down my mouth.
Wrapped a noose around my neck and hung me from the deceit tree.
The branch snapped, and I tumbled to the ground.

The sun polished my eyes.
Weakness blossomed like flowers last year.
You wrapped your arms around me and told the world that I enjoyed being powerful.
So you fed me toxic cyanide to see how much I could take.
I persevered before collapsing.
For you, from being strong.
You and you alone.

I wasn't always brave.
I was truly incorrect.

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In ways that you wouldn't comprehend, I adore you.
like a young girl
Breasts of teenagers pleading for freedom.
with lips that are longing for a kiss.

akin to a lady
eager to wrap their child-bearing hips around your ego while they swelter for you.
time as a convenient excuse.
Like a leash forever.
to be obligated to you

I adore you in ways that you won't really comprehend until the earth becomes colder and we both start to age.
when everything is put to the test and we are left in the wreckage.
The life will be restored in these arms.

It is not necessary to overstate this devotion.

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I am a writer
whose ink fades...

across every line and sentences,

tracing the labyrinth
of a lost mind in circus,

culture; of pained sweet memories,

weaving words
running to and fro
from a broken cistern
to it's spring,

chaotic tongue
lost in chances
where peace
may not be found.

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I am scared that one day the music will no longer speak to me, it will bore my silence in travail, wishing ears to heed and hearts to keep.

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If I will love again, I will choose the dosage of pain over gain, holding my heart in one piece, even if your name doesn't echo peace, love is but a job, one not found in museums or easy to rob, she has no heart gifted by humans, not easily tricked by frailty of men but alms, her voice is tenderly inviting, heaping hopes for more in fighting, one can hide the storms in cozy smiles, lost in traces of many miles, when she finally finds you worthy and not prey, she lifts her crown bolder with just a whisper in pray;
"May your heart blossom unendingly..."

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I know the savor of nights burn out of cold,
the heat of memories untold,
the creepy tongue of silence,
when lost in love trance,
I hear of dreams lost,
And nights sleeplessly awake to cost,
my face is a mirror of empty conscience,
like the chemistry of love in science.

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like memories of sweet words of her,
popping emotionlessly to my face,
like pearl tear around floating
falling from my eyes to no fill,

Twig of moon beam glint
Drunken
"Call the lady who made me red"
She replied with sound of silence on the moon river bank.

Distressing sight,
Black but still she could see the cuts bleeding,
Running ways of parted river.

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Never knew how well I could swim,
until I began floating in the ocean of my tears.

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Do you want to hear stories from the torn lips of a non storyteller?
Should I tell you how tears of love writes love by the hands of unloved?
Should I tell you how smile bakes my lips to feign laughter in order to cajole peace?
Should I spell rhythms of collective rhymes punctured with no replies?

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