Who am I ? What I do ? Where I belong ?
Simple questions for others.
Difficult for me to answer
Because I'm a taboo for the society,
My job is hard to explain; easy to gossip about,
For a night they address me with all the sweet names,
And in the morning they left me like I'm a stranger.
I never wanted to be who I'm.
I wanted to be a respected woman,
A normal human.
I wanted to be someone's one and only.
But I'm just a night jasmine
blooms at night withers in the morning.

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The opposite of love is not hate.
Hate is just love gone bad.
The actual opposite of love is apathy.
When you don't care a damn about
what happens to the other person.

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We are the traders in the world market ,
each person has their own value .

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AUTHORITY announced to help
the underprivileged people as always;
I hope the money won't go to the
stomach of GREEDY TRIBE these days.

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With you, I will watch sunrises and moonsets
With you, I will watch ocean tides come and go
With you, I will compose poetry of our memories together
With you, l will rewrite the plot;
Only because you know and read me so well,
and you're destined to be the apple of my eye.

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I'm taking one step closer to you,
Slowly, I'm falling for you.

I'll tell you something tonight
Under this fading moonlight.

Don't get me wrong,
I’ve hidden it in my heart for long.

I'll always be on your side,
I'll walk with you from volcano to tide.

I can't hide this more it seems.
My love that shines like dreams.

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Flowers you gave me,
are Withered.
Butterflies once fluttered inside me,
are disappeared.
Your memories became shackles;
have trapped me in a cage,
I can't escape from.
Your promises became thorns;
Prick day-to-day in my heart ,
and make my eyes wet.
Your words became serpents;
bite and spit venom into my head.
Can you take away all these
With you?
Can you erase them like there were none?
Can you do this for me ?
Because I can't.

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All it takes is a few decades of chaos for us to forget humanity and turn into animals.

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Grief is like a marsh,
The more we try to escape
the more we sink deeper and deeper.

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Rather than the destination
it is the journey that lends
meaning to our lives.

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