Love's being a dart in the dark
But the zeal to still go for it

Is because

On the nights you feel outnumbered
Baby,I'll be out there somewhere ...

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This year's spring
is just winter reborn.
this grey cloud turns my fingers to ash
and haunts whatever i touch into rain.

My pupils catch fire soon enough
from the forest fire burning in my mind,

There are tulips in the gardens
but all i feel are the dandelions
and their doomed wishes.

June tells me that the blues will fade away
but May whispers
that they are here for the long haul,
this exhaustion has surpassed pen
and paper and summer is long overdue.

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Three years have past;
three springs,
with the length Of three
long winters! and again
I tread These streets,
lined with their cherry blossoms fair
In soft and tender bloom.
Once more
I see These schoolyard gates, where from youth's gentle
We ventured forth,
our hearts aflame with hope
Our dreams
And, in the sky's embrace,

our friendship grew
Like verdant vines entwining 'round our lives.
The day is come when I again return
And stumbled through the tangled maze of love.
Here, beneath this sakura,
and view the scene Of youth's sweet dalliance,

where once we laughed,
These memories, like petals on the wind,
Are scattered 'cross the landscape of my heart,
When love was new,
and hope had not yet waned.

And whisper to me of a time long past
These cherished scenes,
Through years of absence, have not been to me
As is a fading dream to weary eyes:
But often, in solitude and strife,
I've turned To them for solace,
finding in their midst

A balm for wounds that time alone could heal.

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Words are like sword
That kills the heart at wisdom

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I am the weaver of time,
A cosmic loom, bearing the threads of life.
I thread the fates of men and women,
Their lives a tapestry, infinite and complex.

In my vast expanse, a multitude of patterns, I weave
A web of genetic strands, innumerable and rare.
Each chance encounter, a meeting of ancestral lines,
Their legacy, a symphony of potential, unparalleled.

No two threads ever share the same hue,
Each is a unique shade,
reflecting the light of living.
Their experiences and perspectives, a prism
Through which they refract the world.

I see the girl with the eyes of the tempest,
Her laughter,
a summer breeze on the shore of memory.
I see the boy with a voice like honey,
His words weaving dreams and painting worlds.

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Nostalgia sugarcoats history
and paints hindsight in the brightest colours.
is the ending really this sweet?
im a glass child
trying to stay afloat in my desert mind,
the truth is pouring out like water
and I'm sitting here drowning in it. there's a glow in the mellowness,
and a light in the melancholy.
i'll let the comfort of the present
prepare me for what history couldn't teach.

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I don't know what you've been told.
But the clock ticks faster than the ship rows.
So there's no need to take it slow.

I'm at my best when there's something
I love
Something I just want to steal 
Keep feelings as a lever.
Before I even feel

I am keeping the stress minimal.
Once I am done
I don't care who takes my place.
The leftovers of a beast
are always picked up by animals...

 

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Someday you'll row away
The gusts of wind will call your name
You'll finally hear the whispering
And I'll curse the moon at night
For pulling on the tide
That'll carry you from me

I'll wish I was dreaming
Ain't that the way it goes
But here's a secret
For you push back from the shore

If you ever need to run for cover
You know exactly where to run
And if it's love you need to rediscover
Here in my heart there is enough
You can always come and lay down your armor
Cos I am your safe harbor..

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We never miss the flowers
Until the sun's down
We never count the hours
Until they're running out
You're on the other side of the storm now
You should be so proud
And better days are coming
The rain, it ain't permanent
is our time ever soothing?
Waiting on a train that just won't come
And soon, we'll be dancing in the sun
And we'll sing your song together.

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All the things I had to say
Morbid schemes while reaching fame
Made one false move once again
Losing ground but still I stand

I can't soothe the thoughts that plague
Me for making what I made
And so I'll try to seal my fate
My aims obliterate
I seemed to get it all

>From way behind the wall
It's better to burn than lose it all
Not to fade away and lose control
It's better to burn out than lose it all

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