You broke my heart to pieces,
I sewed them together
trying to diminish my agony,
and conceal the wounds .
But the scars remain,
Like the creases on a crumpled paper .

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tell me how you loved
the ones, you did.
tell me how you smoothed
the creases scraped on
their soul by the people
who claimed they loved
them. tell me how deeply
you kissed the scars
digged into their being
everytime the world
laid bare to them
its ugly side.

tell me how
and i'll show you
places, where i need
you to love me
the most.

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Creases of your face, I want to behold
Creases of your hand, I will enfold
Creases of your body, I want to mold
Creases of your soul, I will enroll
All of it, I have now told
I now behold, for you to unfold.

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is prone to creases.
It's on us to iron it,
and also
deal with any burns if caused.

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just when you live like a plain paper
people conspire you to the creases of their betrayals and lessons.

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Even the bedsheet is missing
The creases we create...!

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I want to straighten out the creases,
The permanency of each one makes me afraid,
Wish we could go back to being a blank page,
Sometimes i wonder what you wish,
Your eyes are distant holding a strange fire,
Every attempt i ever made to close that distance,
Scorched my love little by little into ashes,
While i hold onto to remains tightly,
They seem to seek freedom slowly,
I try to iron out the creases of what remained,
But your desperation for desolation left holes in this too,
Your cold gestures burnt my leftovers,
Maybe it was time to bin our page,
Tomorrow, i promise to scribble afresh,
Determination is all that i wear now,
Letting you go was my decision,
Shredding us into bits was never mine.

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The anatomy of desire,
open to dissection,
shows traces of love
under the folds & creases;
when the overspill of lust
washes away.

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Crease on your bed sheet
Reflects the peace of your mind set

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I wish we could iron off the creases from our Lives too..just the way we iron them off from our Clothes!

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