I started writing.
But, not the 2 a.m. thoughts,
But seeing you
in our 2 p.m. office breaks,
Was where the writer
Got his muse.

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Muse living inside.

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He always thought I can be a better writer,
So one night he got me a pen
And the next day, some pain.

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Lost my way
Yes, I lost my way.

We were in love
& she separated herself
from me amid the woods.
I wrote her
by scratching the wood
in the hope of
seeing the same love
flowing in her eyes
once again
But time flew &
I found her heart
getting melted on blues
that doesn't have an end!

I tried to dive deep
within her
but,

Lost my way
Yes, I lost my way!

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On
finding
that road
amid the chaotic
bushes of melancholy
my soul experienced the
divine sublimity where the
••••negative shaft of light••••
denaturize into the magnificent
Godly rays of irenic positivity
and where all strains of the
hopelessly horrid world
lurch into a
halcyon.

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The some of me started loving more of you.

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I become a boy when I write
I become a girl when I read
I know what it takes
to keep my heart steady
when person after person
comes into your life only
to break your heart
That's how the writer in me
gets the balance, perfectly

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The saddest journey of someone from being the muse to a mere content.

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