I'll keep one page blank in the diary of my life.
Just in case, you find your way back home.

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We're both bad at love, aren't we?

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HE WAS A POET.


He was a poet and I was a madwoman.
He was stable while I was conflicting.
He loved me gently,but I believed in insanity.
He liked to flee but I always fought.

Oh,only this holy God knows;
He loved me and I loved him.
He was a poet and I was a madwoman.
Oh, only this holy God knew;
Love, this fucked up never survives.
Sadly,only this holy God knew;
She stayed in his poems.
He stayed in her mind.

Oh, only this holy God knew;
Now they will never find a way back,
to each other in their lives.
Because I was a madwoman,
And he was a poet.
Love this fucked up is craziest,
but usually goes in vain.

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There wasn't anything extraordinary about him.
It was just this extraordinary feeling which I've had never felt before.

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A HOPE.

My life is like a dark room
But the window reminds me that,
there's still a hope,
A hope to get rid off this gloom.
Amidst these crowds, I still feel alone.
I don't this know feeling,
That cause me to drown.
No matter how many difficulties,
I face in my life.
I still have a hope,
A hope to fly high up in the sky.

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IT MAY RAIN.

I feel like a time traveller.
Spring elapsed so quickly.
Summer is almost at the verge of its end.

The months of warmth will end in no time,
marking the beginning of pour,
This has sown a seed of hope within my soul.
The land of my soul is eroded,
by a drought of heartaching memories,
It is dying out of thurst but hoping it may rain.

It may rain,
It may rain, and wash away all my sins.
It may rain, and wash away all my sorrow.
It may rain, and the seed of my hope could then germinate,
To give rise to a plant which bear fruits,
Fruits of new fresh beginnings.
My soul still craves for that rain,
and deep inside I know that,
It will rain.
It will rain.

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WILL YOU?

Can you love me?
Probably you'll say yes.
But think again,
Because ultimately I don't stay.
I leave behind hopes, tears, Heartbreaks. I will dissect your soul to the core to the know the real you. I'll know your weakness and your strengths. I'll bring out the best in you or may be the worst in you. I won't say I am bipolar rather I am a wanderer- A person who constantly needs a change and when it becomes steady, jumps off the wall to lookout for a change.
So I ask you the same question again.

Will you still love me?

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I miss the person I was when I felt love , like I really felt it, you know? So young, fierce , stupid and crazy in love. All the things at the same moment.
All the time I spent in love elapsed so quickly, and all I could hold is its faded memory. Without love ,life's a long journey from morning to night. And once I drift into the sleep all the things I once felt become real inside my head.And when I found courage to fall in love again, to give it another chance , I realised I am too sensitive towards people and feelings. So I decided to get away before I can stay. Maybe it's because I am bad at love.
And everyday I believe a little less and a little less and that sucks.

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I HAD TO BREAK.

In a very long while,
I see my happiness coming home.
I see my tears fading away,
brightening up my eyes like never before.
I see that fake smile i pretended to have,
is turning into a genuine curve,
that can melt the hearts of people like me.
The flowers that were growing beneath my skin,
which once hurted me, are blooming now.
That made me realise that,
i had to break to witness their beauty.
I had to break to find happiness in my grief.

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I FAILED.

I failed
I failed to find solace.
I failed to find the strength,
that would wipe away all my fears.
I failed to hold back my tormenting thoughts, whenever I close my eyes.
I failed to hold back these tears,
when I saw the mess I've made out of my beautiful life.
I failed to find the reason behind my existence.
I failed to understand the concept of life.
I don't like to compare my life with others.
But when I do, I feel somehow I failed.
Yes, I failed.

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