I don’t belong here
I need to leave
Want to go home
My home
But where? Where is it?
I’m far away
I’ve lost my way
I’m lost.

People I was with
Left me
I left the place
And lost my home
Now I’m alone
Lonely
Depressed
Isolated

Don’t want to live
Neither I’m living
Remembering the memories
And surviving
But now I’m done
Bring me back
Take me home
I’m lost.

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What am I doing here?
Does it matter at all?
Chasing a dime
While all my dreams fall

With a shot of lime
Just to mask the taste
Really don't have time
I'm running in haste

I'm in a race
And it's gonna kill me
Help me! Stop me!
It's gonna kill me

Time is slipping
through my fingers
mind is hazing
And I'm withering away

This world isn't mine
It's gonna kill me
I'm gonna die
I'm dying.

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And then he said,”You are a free bird now.”
I was a bird when I was with you,
I was free when you were with me,
I was a free bird when we were together.
Once, I was truly a free bird,
Now , I’m neither a bird nor free,
Because I’ve lost my sky,
I’ve lost the wings which were carefree.

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Her blood as honey,
those eyes the gate to paradise,
thousands of neurons of her starry eyes
are my night sky,
my blood not dense,
yet there each artery carries me
to my centre which belongs to her,
my veins stitched over with her name
and some nights,
I can't sleep thinking how much it will hurt
if I open them.

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She's a beautiful sunset with hues of red
With each breath
I feel, her colours enter my trachea
Swims into the ocean of darkness
Wraps each alveoli in her arms
and gives nothing but life.

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Colours of her heart

Her heart is a scrapbook,
And paint runs through her veins.
She draws you into her story,
With the brush within her brain.

Her scrapbook is getting faded,
With all the illustrations she has painted.
Of the people who flicked through her pages,
But closed the book before the end's stages.

Nevertheless, she draws, paints, and writes,
Bringing forth some hope and light.
She gave a name to her finest art:
"Colours of the Heart."

In every stroke, a tale unfolds,
Each colour a feeling that she holds.
Through joy and pain, her art expresses,
The depths of her soul it addresses.

You might wonder why she does this
Painting of people she once knew?
She hopes that one day she will mean enough
For someone to colour her too.

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Where do i go to sleep
When there is no safe place?
How do i tell my heart to beat through the grief?
When it's mourning the loss itself.

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My world

On those nights
when I wake up at 3 AM
And find you by my side,
Sleeping peacefully,
I suddenly realize I am not alone.
In those moments,
The world won't seem so lonely.
But then
comes the morning
When I have to leave,
The hardest moment to endure.
To cope with this farewell, I try to cherish every second
Before saying goodbye,
Holding onto the warmth Of what we shared.
And now is the time, to say goodbye
My heart is heavy
Eyes are wet
You give me a hug
And i kiss you
Waving our hands
And saying goodbye suddenly realising
I'm not alone anymore
Because you're my world.

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Heart

Why am I withering away,
Haunted by the thoughts of you?
Am I not okay, or just overthinking?
Are things changing, or is it all pretense?

Are you okay?
Are you also sharing these thoughts?
Is it my mind, or is it my heart?
As the seasons shift, so do our hearts.

I’m still here; I can’t leave, nor do I want to.
Are you still feeling the same?
I know i admire you, and you don’t—
So why do I expect this from you?

Should I confess, or let it be?
Baby, it’s you who captivates me,
Yet also causes me pain.
If there are no expectations,
Then why does it hurt so much?

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You

The moon
always captivates me;
Watching it
brings comfort and peace.
And
You are that moon to me,
A sight I can only behold
every fortnight.
I pay attention to all your phases,
But your face remain hidden 
Except on those
rare full moon nights.
This mystery
makes you all the
more alluring.
It makes me feel home
When i’m with you
I cant take my eyes off you
When you’re around
You’re so beautiful
Always making my heart skip a beat
Your laugher is a moonlight
Filling my night with joy
Oh,my dear moon,
How can I describe
Your beauty?

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