I went to church with someone new
Someone who's not you
Someone better than you

To get rid of the hanging clouds over my head,
and not wanting to be a prisoner of the raindrops falling down my face.
I went to church with someone new
Tell me, do you do this too?
Is this difficult for you too?

Why does it rain?
Everytime I go to church with someone new
Maybe, the raindrops helping cleanse the dew on the grass
Or maybe I get deja vu.

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My flailing hopes,
and this heavy guilt
of ending us,
weighing on me tonight.
Standing numb with a silent plea
Forgive me baby
for all those silent nights,
for those constant fights.

Nothing could ever describe
The way you made me feel.
Your sweet love, my baby
is my achilles heel.

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Everything that is not here .

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You chose total freedom
but you got total loneliness.

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I'm learning to keep my feelings to myself. Because opening up my heart takes me nowhere. I heard someone saying that No one hurts you as much as the person you love and now, all I want is to run far away from everyone I love, as far as I can.

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Lonely night, lonely are the waves.
Lonely cemeteries and silent graves.
Managing the steadiness of unhappiness,
anxiety and fright,
I, standing in the ashes
bleeding alone, not a soul in sight.
The wandering lonely cloud silently cries.
Dry heart,
and the silent scream
"Death is kind and dead are free".

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The Unsheathed Photograph //

As soon as I looked at the photograph,
all I could see was a pelting thunderstorm and a pitch dark night,
the muttering sky filled with darkness and fright.
Heavy rain drops harshly patting the rooftop,
long roar of the trees getting swept and swayed,
bleared fields and gardens were disarrayed.
It was raining inside me, heavily.

Cocooned in a dark and coppery cloud of dust, of grief and regret,
The thunder and lighting of failed feelings and missed chances kept tormenting me inside.
The one photograph, speaking a thousand words.
And I, on the other hand, was speechless.
Venting a cry of hurt, I kissed that unsheathed photograph
and averted my eyes.
And yet again,
reminding me of the sorrows of my shattered past,
My heart cried.

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