He cried and cried
Everytime he blotted the paper
With ink and blood
Bleeding heart and pen
He doesn't know which bled more
Those were the most painful words
That ever blotted paper...

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Tenderness of your touch
is comforting but,
the pain of getting bruises
on my heart even after
giving you all my love.
Is bleedy,painful and
unbearable.

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So here i am, again.
Writing to fill up the pain.
The poems i write
Are the only things that keep me sane & alright
You brought meaning into the word "friend"
Its pains me that we must come to an end
Slowly, ripping out the letters of what to say
I still wonder why keep them till this day
To you,
The one i hold close to my heart
Slowly realizing that we are falling apart
No matter how many times i try to fix it
Its like if I'm not there to hold us together
We've lost one another
Honestly, I've come to terms with it
I can't be in a space where my feelings are pushed aside.
You only need me at your most vulnerable , Especially when you end up alone.
From now on, i know you'd do better on your own.
"Getting older made me realize that you can't force the people you want in your life no matter how hard you try. No matter how many tears you cry or questions you ask "why?" you'll just have to live with the fact that people are here for a reason.
Compliments of the season.

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Meri Khwaishon se rubaroo hoke.
Mere khwabon se raabta gehra rakh kar.

Wo aise hi chale gye.
Humari zindagi se.
Kuch khwaishon ko mazaak karke.
Kuch khwabon ki hasi udaa kar.. — % &

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Udaasi se raabta gehra hota jaa raha hai.
Har pal maano tanha hota jaa raha hai.

Bottle se paani ki boond ki manind tapak ti ja rahi h zindagi.
Or log keh rahe h mera janmdin aa raha hai.

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Uske ishq me dooba toh ubar gya me.
Or aisa chamka k behad nikhar gya me..

Fir us se bichad kar kuch kuch yun passt hua me.
K koi sambhal na sake aise bikhar gaya me..

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I have kept you as an oath..

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I'm not a writer..
Just a lost wanderer,
Letting my bleeding ink flow..
And hoping that one day,
It will take me back home!

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I see you moving far and far.
I advance my footsteps,
Yours seem fading receding away.

I feel the cold space among us.
More do I cut the distance,
The lengthy you stretch the line.

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Sometimes, silence evidences
wisdom, while sometimes manipulation.

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