My eyes are tired of

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pretending
of wearing calm
when chaos dances in their pupils.

Tired of watching people smile
with mouths full of smoke,
and call it peace.

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Everything that is not you…

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watching everything
except YOU!

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being a constant witness
to the funeral of humanity,
midst this mutiny of mortality,
where in the debate of
empathy versus revenge,
lies a camouflaged blindfold
of laryngeal lies,
shrouded by the spectacle
of false assurances;
weightless yet brimming
with the burden of
unholy truths...

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My eyes are tired of seeing everything
but what I seek.

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everything except you

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chasing faded skies,
Where your shadow still softly lies.
Time moved on, yet stood so still,
In the corners of dreams you always fill.

The breeze still hums our untold tune,
Beneath the amber, wistful moon.
Memories bloom like dusk-lit rain,
Sweet, yet scented with quiet pain...!! 🌙✨

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My eyes are tired of
staring into the darkness,
searching for a light you
promised to leave on.

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Browsing the pages,
While heart erases,
The hurt inside...
Leaving behind,
Lingering yearnings,
Satiated, by changing lights.

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