The chaos within his eyes,
The words inside my mind.
Will it ever be true, the promises we made out of the blue?

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Your eyes tell stories that no paper has strength to carry.

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Some nights,
I still search for your broken promises,
So that I could ask them what went wrong?
Was it really my fault?

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You make me feel at home even in the middle of nowhere.

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You can't be mine,
So I compose thoughts of us in poems,
Now I find myself in between the lines, trying to make you mine.— % &

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You are gone,
Leaving your aura behind,
Now I find myself confused,
Should I follow it?
Or run away from it?
— % &

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You were ready to kill for me, now you are ready to kill me.— % &

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Hate is useless and love is priceless.— % &

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And you are gone,
Just like the tornado that destroyed it all,
Now I am collecting my broken pieces in a hope to be whole again,
But the few pieces of this heart was taken by you, now how can I be whole again without you? — % &

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