ASHEN

A part of me knows damn well that it will fade someday
Like the dye on cotton blacks, blues and greens
A shade of you still stays inside the bucket
Every single time I meet someone new.
Not sure of my calculations though,
With each dip while relapsing
I promise myself to shed
Some more of you. Still,
I know there isn't
A white now
Fades can
only be
Ashen.

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Would you let me
if i set fire to my heart
and watch it burn ablaze

But when no smoke comes out,
what do i make of it?

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Ashen faces and gaping mouths,
Trying to decipher and make out,
The gore and blood around me; the hammer lying beside,
Each one assuming; dying to decide,
Building a story in their own bewildered minds,
Unbelieving ashen eyes, strong footing fiction finds!

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At night,he puts her to sleep in his cushion of love and blow of her breathe is his lullaby...

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I don't wish to be your poetry.
I wish just to be a word in your poetry...

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