It was you,
It was me,
it was the silence
underneath the stars
that understood
our heartbeat
You told me nothing
Our hands clasped..
Walking in the
light of moon
I found peace
In that moment
I found life..

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My days of chasing over him
and he not making any effort to stay in my life.






Don't get upset,
when I start doing things without him.

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I was so scared to cry the day you left,
I told myself,
Not today.
Not now.

You are a thousand miles away,
And I am here, thinking about you.
Thinking of the way
I counted my heartbeats till I fell asleep...
I will never tell you this.
I will never tell you how I toss and turn,
Thinking about you.

I bottled and throw into the sea.
The bottle have come
..........but u never will

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I wipe my own tears away.
I pick myself up.
I put my broken pieces of myself back
and I heal on my own.
Not because I want to, but because
whenever I need people to help me they never do.
No matter how much weak I feel,
somehow I find the strength to carry myself.

Carry on like nothing wrong...

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Hey!
This is me
Whom you left.
Whom you loved.
Today I attended
an interview and
lost my words.
Actually while speaking about love,
I imagine you in the middle of the room,
Staring at me with those blue eyes and
I started crying,
My voice was heavy
I wish you could feel,
You could take me with you...

Don't know why you are still everywhere...

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And every night
I tell the twinkling stars
about my love for him
they shine a little brighter.

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♡ First and Last ♡

~Those three words written on that red notes.
~Those hands in the streets that night.
~Those tears of joy on our cheeks.

~Those words are repeated back 'one last time'.
~That pain in the chest two years later.
~The sea tears we cried that night.

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He loves her
with all his heart.

And treats her like
she deserves
all the stars...

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Longing for paradise,
She met him in fantasies...
She is in love with his illusion...
Her reality is hypothetic...
The door bell rings,
she is sleeping,
But it's him...
He left, she woke up...
Now she interwine chain from
the notes of his instrumental sounds.

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It's 3am again.
I'm alone in the room and
yet holding back my tears.
I'm not ready to admit it,
admit my pain to myself.
The cause is also me
maybe that is why,
I just look at myself everyday
thinking,
What have I done to deserve it?

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