You're the sun baby,I'm the rain.
Let's make rainbows together.

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Broken bits and broken you.
Now that I've fixed it,
Maybe it's time for me to go.
Although it was fun
My purpose here is done.

Dreams of ours, of which you were always the core.
I won't be in it anymore.
Of what we've built I'll take away only a slice
And leave behind all that's nice.

Because sometimes it's time to roll the dice
Even when there is no trouble in paradise.

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Someday.
I'll live for you someday.
Let this day be mine.
Let me row the boat as I like.
Let the bumps and all the currents me mine.
And when the currents die down,
When the water is still.
When the ripples are no longer there,
I'll tell you about my adventures.
I'll let you row my boat.
And we'll be in control.
Life will no longer be in flow.
We'll eat and laugh and make merry.
And all will be ours.
Yours and mine to seize.

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I cried when love didn't triumph.
When hate took over,
And we lost art to war.
When talents were slaughtered
And barbed wires were laid.
When the canvas and colours were forever separated.

When the greedy were successful in what they conspired.
When the bullets were fired
And the story was written with innocent blood.
Tears of longing rolled down my eyes
When hate took over
And love didn't triumph.

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There is a window.
A window to a world outside this one.
An escape to summer snow and winter sun.
There are stars, snow and tungsten lights.
Mischievous days and playful nights.

Where crickets humm in a different tone.
The trees and creek, they sing along.
A place where love is amplified.
Princes and fairies,
And their legendary fights.

An escape into someone else's shoes.
From a million adventures to choose.
Each an amalgamation of truth and lie,
Some of it, in which you can fly.

Come, let's escape to this world.
On a summer day, snowballs we will hurl.
Let's make rainbow with our kiss.
Live an epic love story
Conceived by an artist.

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She's the calm amidst all the noise.
Her hushed husky voice.
Moments shared with her,
As if the breeze whispered a joke into your ear.

"What is loud is strong"
She definitely proves it wrong.
All the strength she has shown,
Taking the life head on.

Calm and serene like the ocean
With the waves of adventure.
Her stories always reek of adventure.
That's my sweet and calm cousin sister.

For me she always comes like a summer breeze
For mostly we always hang out on our holidays.
Leaving you wanting more.
An escape from all that's a bore.

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A depressed soul drifting through a spring filled garden.
Painted in yellow, in contrast to the black inside.
Like a honeybee, ready to go with just one sting.
Buzzing of the rest, they won't stop.
"Things I do. Things not done.
Things I did. Things I need."
My head is ready to pop.
The sky is bright,
And it's getting brighter by the day.
And I can't seem to stop walking towards the light.

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Not to put them all under one category, or put all the blame on them, but, this so called other guy/other woman, or the third person, they don't really have much to lose. They come into your life at their own convenience. Feel things they like and make you feel them too, until it's easy, exciting and convenient, and then, they leave. They leave when it all fades away. When it gets inconvenient for them. Easily. With no remorse or so for pushing that couple into a hell. A couple now fighting for themselves. One fighting for redemption and the other too attached to let go. Waking up everyday with the wounds of the cuts from the broken pieces. And these so called third person, going about his/her daily life. Subconsciously waiting to push another couple or a person into another hell, because they never faced any consequences. They never repented. Because the couple chose to let them go and focus on their broken relationship. Building the structure from the scratch. Only this time, the structure is more brittle. What once was a strong structure of bricks and stones now reduced to a house of Lego. One nudge and it falls.

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You had your chances, but you lost.
Now you're nothing but just another ghost.
A ghost lurking in the dark.
The only power you possess is my fear.
Mind you, even that fear is mine,
And I can choose to stop fearing you anytime.

I can choose to turn my back to the dark.
To face the sun and move forward.
But you'll still stay where you are.
Hidden in the closet, still lurking in dark.
Locked in your own dark, twisted mind.
Hidden away even from your own kind.

Telling people false story,
Basking in your fake glory.
Once the doors to my life is closed,
You will be left alone in your dark, damp world.
Just another powerless, lonely ghost.

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That brief moment before my death,
I'll repent for all the mistakes I made.
The pain I feel when my veins are slit
Accept it as my atonement for all the wrongs I did.

In my last note, I'll leave a list,
Of all the things, for which I wish to be missed.
My poems, my stories, the laughters I shared,
I hope they live on even years after, in red, my bathroom floor is smeared.

My dear loved ones, forgive me for this sin.
I can vaguely imagine the sorrow, of losing a kin.
It's time for this body to bid adieu to it's host.
In a battle against darkness, another light has lost.

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