Sadly It was not a suicide
It was his heart
over burdened with unsaid words,
destroyed feelings, demolished self respect, and solitude.
Which stopped working one night.
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I want to be the diary
that holds your secrets
all your darkness
all your deepest scars
that chained you into the cage
the cage of buried dreams
Until you're ready to
Let them go.
I know you're tired of walking,
But know that
your destiny is to fly.-
Someone asked me to describe her,
I whispered,
She is made of stardust,
And sounds like a ballad, the perfect masterpiece of the cosmic proportions.-
Not every star is there to fulfill your wishes.
Some are just twinkling dreams.-
In this buzz world,
full of deals and demands
My love
just tell me
How many poems
It'd cost me
to buy you
for a million nights.-
I keep kissing her,
In her every pause,
after her every single breath,
and she clutches my hairs tightly,
begging me not to stop.-
Dear love,
You're made up of stardust which smells like hope, and your presence is the highest level of intimacy I can ever experience in my life.
I want to be inside you, undressing your mind, penetrating your soul, , and releasing my love deep within you.
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