This rogue intuition of your eyes;
It turned me to ashes,
Dragged me into slavery.
I cannot withstand,
These wild tempests
And the tides of your oddity.
My soul is haunted by hopes
And the lights you possess.

Devoured by grief and misery,
My heart groans in pain.
Every dark night I mourn,
Over the corpse of your goodbyes
The skies are deserted
And shores have sunk.

Love!
My wrecked existence is lost
And within, silence befallen.

611ackdiaries/
©thy611a'ck!

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This rogue intuition of your eyes;
It turned me to ashes,
Dragged me into slavery.
I cannot withstand,
These wild tempests
And the tides of your oddity.
My soul is haunted by hopes
And the lights you possess.

Devoured by grief and misery,
My heart groans in pain.
Every dark night I mourn,
Over the corpse your goodbyes
The skies are deserted
And shores have sunk.

Love!
My wrecked existence is lost
And within, silence befallen.

611ackdiaries/
©thy611a'ck!

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Come beneath the skies of my heart.
Let the wounds heal
And these barrens bloom, again.

I ask only for you,
Do not take your steps back, O beloved!
Let me not stray either in this desert of ignorance.
Summon those clouds of hope
And let rains wash the miseries away.
I seek refuge in your warm wings,
Where a moment feels like an eternity.

Come now,
Liberate me off these chains
Whose rust is eating me alive.

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in the caption................

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I wish to see you bloom again,
Though it's autumn and you can't stop yourself from falling.

thy6la'ck!

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She fell
Off her consciousness,
Into the lap of dreams.
He fell
Off his charms,
Into the lap of insanity.

She felt,
His love insane.
His presence wild.
He felt,
Her love dangerous.
Her absence lethal.

She forgot
Her pains and fears,
After he wrote his heart out.
He forgot
His miseries and anger,
After she cried her heart out.

She fought,
With herself and the world.
For a smile on his face.
He fought,
With himself and the demons.
For no tear on her face.

She found,
No one better before him
And none perfect after him.
He found,
No one beautiful before her
And none pure after her.

-faixx faixaan;

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وہ تیرے بِنا دِنوں کا ڈھلنا، ہمسے پوچھو
وہ تیرے بِنا راتوں کو چلنا، ہمسے پوچھو
زِکر انکا کریں تو کریں کیسے
وہ تیرے بِنا ہاتھوں کو ملنا، ہمسے پوچھو۔

وہ تیری زُلفوں کی گھنی چھاؤں
وہ تیرے بِنا دھوپ میں جھلنا، ہمسے پوچھو۔

وہ تیری باتوں میں خود کو سُننا
وہ تیرے بِنا خود سے ملنا، ہمسے پوچھو۔

وہ تیرے چہرے کے رنگ ہزار
وہ  تیرے بِنا رنگوں کا گُھلنا، ہمسے پوچھو۔

وہ تیرے جسم کی پھولوں سی مہک
وہ تیرے بِنا پھولوں کا کِھلنا، ہمسے پوچھو۔

وہ تیرا زِندگی میں آنا فیض
وہ تیرے بِنا جسم کا چھِلنا، ہمسے پوچھو۔

فیض فیضان۔
©faixx faixaan

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"Will you, only you be my imagination for life?
I'm dying to be a metaphor."

_the bla_ck;

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I wish you were here,
Visible and soundful.

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Should I address you as the fourteenth moon,
Beautiful besides those scars?
Or should I call you the ablaze sun,
Exploding desires every second?

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