You were and
you are my
home,
It gets worst at night
when I'm alone.
Take me back
to the night
we met,
The ghosts
of you had
never left.

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Wearing makeup
was never easy,

Then: Lipstick

Now: Smile.

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All such songs still remind me of you and how we were back in those days, days where you and I could talk for hours, days when we would sit together in the park and watch children play, days where you and I would walk across the river and catch sun settling down, days where you wouldn't hurt me. Days when I was yours, Days where you were mine.

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Sometimes we lose the ones we loved too much just for the sake of ego. We've always been helped by them, supported by them. Why should ego conquer our love? Why shall we let it all go just cause of ego?

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All I gave you was my love,
you chose to reward
with betrayal.

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I want to control;
the control you
have on
me.

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Dear memories,

Why don't you fade away
the way promises did?

Never-happened-to-be-Yours,
Love.

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How does it feel to get something you like and then lose someone you love?

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It's not that you're unaware of the fact that I don't love you. It's not like I hate loving. I do love so much to so many. I love dogs. I love family. I love sunset at those long beaches. I love going for a long trek where falling is all one could imagine. I love books. I love songs. I love hearing from my old friends. But I'm not avoiding you, I'm just avoiding to love someone so deeply that my heart gets wrenching away when it hurts of getting away from the heart for it would beat in rhythms. I just don't want to be the one who loves wrong person. Until it's too late to identify.

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He has a stack of books behind his bed, he takes Polaroids, when you see sunrise he sees opportunities rising in front of him. He loves to walk and climb everywhere he could and his long stretched legs in front of him, makes it possible enough. He listens to those slow songs and finds his own peace. He is profound of his own creativity. He writes poetry and sings when he's happy. Although the sad songs inside him cries enough to express his happiness. He does everything that makes him feel happy but he was and he is still judged for doing it. He is judged for finding inner peace. He is judged for living a life which every one couldn't live but wished inside to live em once.

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