She was not an extraordinary girl.
It was her flawed heart,
More darker than light, she believed.
Guarding it, as fierce as her heart
Like Cerebrus at the gates of the Underworld.
Her soul, not a glowing light in darkness,
It was fire, burning with her intense passion,
Her courage and the unyielding faith in herself.
A burning sun within her.
Her mind, so tranquil yet so reticent. Roaring echoes of her ingeniousness
Tenacious and relentlessly undaunting.
A rock amidst the fast river of life.
And yet it was her unwavering smile.
Not shaped by the world
But by her failures against it,
The battles within her.
Sending a thrill up your spine,
Exhilaration in your pulsing veins,
Tendrils of warmth in your cold heart.
Illuminating the dark sky like Auroras in the Arctics.
No she wasn't extraordinary,
She was exceptionally phenomenal
-The world had no choice but to stop and stare at her.
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150 kilometers away.
Yet, your love can sweep away my sadness.
Your kiss, incinerating every pain,
Your hands, exploring me, effortlessly piecing me together.
Your lips on mine, gently and incessantly,
Painting me happy, as I see finally see sunshine.
You and I, baby, we are apart, but together we create fire.
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When I was little,
Something broke inside me.
The feelings lessened and
The walls grew higher.
As much as I tried to shine outside,
On the inside, it grew darker.
I knew all I had, was myself.
Trusting no one for too long
Them giving me enough reason not to.
I could empathise, never sympathize.
I could smile, never be truly happy.
I could be sad, but never cry.
Nothing ever meant anything much,
Except a few things .
Maybe I was screaming from inside,
I couldn't hear myself, let alone the world.
I wished someday I could feel something without hurting.
Then, life took a U - turn.
I laugh a little more now,
I let myself be vulnerable,
I can cry.
I feel more alive than I ever did.
Everything means a little more to me.
It means so much more.
It took me to You.
Despite everything I've been through,
There's small hope, slowly igniting.
Though I would rather not kindle
But I'm hoping you would be there,
To catch me when I fall.
- it's alright if you don't, I'll pick myself up anyways.
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I still remember how we met,
Like looking up at the sky
Chancing upon a shooting star.
We were not supposed to.
We did anyways.
There was a time when I wanted your heart
With every bit of love it could hold.
You were like the restless sea before the storm
With a heart so chaotic.
You always knew I was the calmness you needed
But your fickle mind decided I wasn't worth it.
Then you were gone.
Like that shooting star.
Here I am looking up at the sky
Hoping you would COME BACK
Wishing for another star
So we could do it right all over again.
- Because I still made that wish.
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It's 2am
I should have slept four hours ago.
But here I am, staring at ceiling
Lost in thoughts.
Some so good, many not as pretty.
And all of them has to do with you.
You were my light, so essential
Like the air I breathe or water I drink.
Now, you are like the song in my playlist
The one I never listen to,
Or like that one book on my bookshelf,
I never read, collecting dust.
So infinitesimal, yet so undeniable.
My heart recognises you only in memories.
That's why my mind takes me back to them
Whoever said distance makes the heart grow fonder?
- We turned strangers.
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And you feel the last of your sanity leave.
An unsettling bliss descends
The flood gates of insanity are rammed open.
Intoxicated, you wonder if this is the real you?
With every sip, your facade breaks.
The real parts of you flashing in intervals.
Slowly at first, then everything all at once.
So open and yet so closed.
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You came into my life
Like those shooting stars at night.
With every conversation we had,
You stole a piece of my heart
And you opened yours.
You were my teacher,
I was your healer.
We are never meant to catch those stars.
But I did.
And so, we never could be what I wanted us to be.
I burnt a piece of myself,
Only to have you leave your
Hand PRINT on my soul.
And that was worth it.
- We didn't know we needed
each other until we had each other.
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Memories,
As colourful as they were,
It's all black and white now.
Wilting away like those old photographs,
Incapacitating your present with grief,
Bringing tears on days when it's hollow inside.
Can't burn them away like old photographs
Not when it's itched inside you,
Like ancient stories scripted on stones.
So you keep them.
Store them away like treasure,
Allowing them to get rusted overtime.
Beautiful and ugly at the same time.
Good ones and the bad ones.
Amnesia never being an option,
When there are those bringing smile on some rough days.
And just like that,
They tell you your stories.
Memories, souvenirs from life of yesterday.
- Looking back means nothing because what lies ahead is far more promising.
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