You're stressing over your
curves, scars and strech marks
and here I'm comparing you to
the moon, stars and heavenly sparks.

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Our story was a Vase
meant to be broken.

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I have built an arsenal from all the weapons you stabbed my back with,
been observing you for long enough
to destroy you in a split second.

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blooming blossoms of Bloomingdales
yelling, telling me lush green tales
flowing maple leaves leaving no trails
with gusts of wind, gravity fails
month of love then ring bells
ship of poetries thus sails.

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I thought you were an oasis but you turned out as yet another mirage.

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आज एक और दिन ढल गया है,
लोगों कि नीयत परख रहा हूँ |
नजारा कितना बदल गया है,
मैं समझदार हो रहा हूँ |

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She thought she was mystery

She had no idea
He was contradictory paradox
of dilemmatic anomalies.

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I took your white lies
let them pass through me
and saw colorful dreams
like I was a prism.

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The panacea that might have healed the bruises and scars you left...

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She's a swift dandelion flying with breeze,
beautifully with a bliss of God.
She's rage of angels, will bring you to knees,
vigorously with a kiss of sword.

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