maybe i was meant to be a poet. afterall i find poetry in dried roses and tinted skies. isn't it weird how someone's eyes fascinates me and tells me about stories behind it? i have always found grief and meaning behind every people that let go of me and i have let go of people. i have found poetries within love and heartbreaks. i mean the flowers literally speaks to me of how it feels after heavy rain and how the sun talks about the moon secretly. i write poetry about the death that do not haunts me anymore and of life that merely gives me any existence.

i was meant to be the poet and not the poem. maybe?

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"At the end of the day,
Death heals me."

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•CREATION•

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You were the best thing
ever happened to me
and
the way
we never happened
ruined me,
so perfectly.

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"Love is not always pretty.
It gives you hope.
And everything.
And it shatters like love never existed."

~Love is not hopes and expectations.
It is something that is meant to be yours
for a moment. not forever.

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"I thought I will find you among the crowd
As my eyes only gets locked to yours.
But this time, I wandered like I was homeless
As if the death of you was too early
And my life was just going on."

Dear stranger,
If we every cross our path again,
I will write the song of us
That was unwritten.

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"They say I am growing.
Slowly.
But I won't be able to
be a good person.
Just because I will choose
to live for myself,
A person who has
never left me.

~10 years later,
I will be 25, too."

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