I lived a thousand forevers before I met you
Will you be the star that shines upon me?
Or the nightingale, singing a moonlit melody
While my eyes yearn for spring

I have pondered over what-ifs
Wishing you would be the one
Will you be the Midas touch to my mundane life
Or the storm that sweeps my feet off the ground

I heard a series of stories yearning for you
Will you be my ending, an aubade
Or my beginning, making my heart flutter now and then
To make sure it beats the same for you

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Familiar faces turn estranged
Hearts entwined in unsung melancholy
Goodbyes were left unspoken in the silence

The weight words carry
The tears and prayers
Hold the void night embraces

Stays untouched with each breath
A home called love

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Some days it beats with every urge to tear apart from the cage
And in the night all it does is bleed

A hollow pit sucks tiny life left
Embraced by the still ground

The stories get carried to the layers of soil
Each one yearning for a different muse

Small hands pray and play
Heads get tucked in fear
Into hope's embrace

The seconds pass leaving silent voids
Grief echoes, weaving through waves and tunes

Stands tall and unaltered
The home built with cement and bricks
Staining the canvas velvety red with each stroke

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Weary eyes, a broken smile and soiled hands are all I am
Hearts yearning and bleeding pink is who they are

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Hearts never get forsaken of guilt, nor sunshine
They keep hiding somewhere beneath all the misty shades

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I smelled the pages of a book
Raw and petty, like blood, staining my knuckles
It shines and drenches every inch
Itches to tear apart with every read
Oh, how sad it is
To be the ink but never the story itself

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If only
Love is as simple as you and me

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The sun and the moon have their synchronicity
The sky is amiable
Of every shade, it turns
Of every curve, it learns
Of every cosmic flux, it endures

Magnolias and petunias are lovely they say
What about the birds and kites?
The way they wander all over crafting the vacant spaces
And making life a tad bit easy

The ripples of time
Cripples the existence of life
Yet the sky wraps over
Like a palette of colors
Reminding us the peace in stillness

Clouds ink stories
The stories that were left unsaid
In the books we call home

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A lotus blooms in the marshy area
Mortals became too selfish
To love and be cherished
oh my, they screamed
Too beautiful to be adored

Bestowed weeds upon the earth
They jumped for joy

Thy value unto thy people
Oh what a pity
To be a candy in a bunch of marshmallows

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I try to mourn you
Somewhere along the way
My feet drag and halt

There's always something untouched between us
Like your eyes
Which doesn't get moist
To smoky fumes emitting from a flower vase

Like your lips
That twitch over the word love

Maybe let go is just a myth
To fit fragments in places that never exist

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