The mirror cracked,
scattering amoebic shards,
each piece showing my face
in distorted, slivered glory,
as if life was laughing at me,
showcasing my naivete
on love, life & betrayal.

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I remember the first time
I tried to fall in love;
Me, with butterflies in my stomach;
Holding his hand, not knowing how;
Jittery and giddy, blushing, feeling shy.

I still have the memories of us;
The innocence with which we've tried
not to hurt each other too much.
Him, being the gentleman;
I, being the lady, placed on a
fantastical pedestal, of papery twigs.

The way his voice trembled,
As he professed his child-like love;
Me, eternally blushing;
Too shy, too virginal, too naive.
Him, stuttering, as he said "I love you";
Me, being coy, naturally wanting
to die--out of embarassment,
out of disbelief.

A best friend, someone I've always known;
A fellow nerd, always trying to be good;
Him, the star player of the varsity team
--the dream of every girl, at school
--wanting to be mine!
Me, the naive, little girl--the baby,
the dear sweet sister of everyone.

It was never meant to be anything;
He and I, only fated to be friends.
Stayed "in love" for a month;
Ended, so suddenly, even before
it has begun.

The courtship was, actually longer.
It was about four years
and seven months.

The memory of a love
That was only "almost love"--
Both mere children,
Both too young to even try.

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Naïveté is no excuse for stupidity.
They are not related.

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I looked at her
Näiveté face,
I could read the lines
In her fallen tears,
And i smiled and said;
Darling, I'm staying.

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Thinking we have 2 years to prepare for 2024 is a luxury reserved for the political naivetes. A seat at the table must not be left in the realms of visions and dreams.

#IlajeAgenda2024

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done things a whole lot differently





only I knew better...

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Grayish tinged skies
of my corrugated past,
mock at my naivete
that things can only get better.

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If only the experience of twilight, could trade places, with the naivete of morn; the crimson trail would be shorter.

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Lies in your eyes,
ignored by my heart
for shortlived bliss,
have now extracted their price,
seen in the slivers, lying orphaned,
buried deep in the silt of naivete.

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When your mind keeps
Wandering...
Keeps remembering...
That particular incidence...
Of which you had no inkling..
..And you keep blaming yourself
For the guffaw that happened..
And you repent for being so naive...
Some moments are once in a
Lifetime...
Never to come back...

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