Your lips
My lips
Apocalypse

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Sometimes I'm at my home
but i still feel homesick.
The hiraeth, it demands a home
and maybe it is you for me.

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We loved each other in metaphors,
caged each other in poetries.

We burnt ourselves in scarlets,
till our ashes turned into elegies.

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You would lie and I would believe,
What a bitter game we played in our teens.
We Chased the clouds while you drove the car,
But we never knew that they were way too far. — % &"Promise." We said,
when your betrayal was still unheard.
Now when I look at the past,
It all seems absurd. — % &And you will never know how I almost cried,
when you told me that we never ment anything to you.
Trust me I would have never believed in eternity
Only if I had a clue. — % &We had everything
an eonian love required to survive.
But we were wrangled,
Defeated by time
And tangled in our nonexistent
"Us".— % &

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wish I could have all those days back.
Like how you were there for me when I used to cry,
Told me I was strong and always had my back.
We talked like there's no tomorrow,
Never passed a day when you didn't ask how was I.
We used to laugh at some random things,
You used to play your guitar while I used to sing.
We were in our own world,
as we adored each other and promised forever.
Now I stand frozen as the memories pass by,
I wish I could have all those days back.

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"An Untitled Contemplation"

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It started with a little hello,
And I never wanted it to end.
It was the time that let us meet
And it is the time which is taking me away from you.
But hey pretty human!
Don't let this prevail over you,
I want you to be happy
For some goodbyes are
Letting you make a new start.
Don't cry over my departure,
Smile from your heart.
Remember our memories in the tune of my favourite song,
Every pretty thing that reminds you of me,
Keep it as a souvenir of our bond.
I'm leaving you a chrysanthemum,
Keep it safe as my gift
Until I reach out for you again...

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All I've are the hues which you gave me,
But I didn't know later you will turn colorblind to me.
Now those are the shades
which I let flow through my eyes,
healing my rifts of blues...

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• My Unsung Tale •
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I'm still a child seeking my sandcastle,
which was destroyed by the waves.

I let my heartstrings play tug of war,
between death and life, truth and lies.

Sometimes I play hide and seek
with memories and thoughts,
I fear if they will again get lost.

It hurts when I lose my favourite toy,
Cause I know I can't pay its cost.

I believe in people easily,
assuming everyone is good.
I speak for myself but they think I'm rude.

Life is a mess,
but I'm trying to hold on.
I lost my childhood,
but still I'm a child trying to move on...

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