It’s a beautiful feeling
To remain like this
Kissing her
For the last time
Sweetness
Innocence
And beauty in her
Keeps me warm
Enlightened to enjoy
Drips of rain
Hovering over us
Leaving us in our world
For one last time
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At My End
“….that…the right time will come one day. And I’m certain that you’ll realize me!”
“Realizing what?”
“That I fell in love for you. You!”
“Oh, yeah! That’s great. You’re just too funny”
“Yes, I’m. In a way, I’m foolish, too. Mad. Everything is funny at my end.”
“Yes, you’re…. Leave it. What else?”
“I’m good. You?”
“Me too.”
*smiles*
“Then?”
“Nothing! I have to leave now. See you later. Bye.”
“Bye”
Sometimes, they’re all just illusions. Love. Hate. Regret. They all convey the single meaning. At the end, it ends up with a final note that life is meaningless. Because we’re all just too real, to be alive, to create an end to form yet another end. Think. It’s just too funny. Yet so powerful.
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Never Leave Me Alone
It was a sudden impact
When my immature thoughts
Collapsed into broken notes
At that midnight
I felt so strange
To be like that
In the middle of the night
Looking out for my drug
But not getting a bit of her
Isn’t it quite funny to be alive?
I thought, thinking of what happened
A couple of minutes ago
There was a modest silence
Everywhere around me
It was complete darkness
That connected with my intuition
To get lost like a crazy fellow
No alcohol to ruin my mood
No more puffs to gain from weed
I had the drug which I wanted
A drug of intensified pain
Mixed together with my feelings
To get those moments back
For yet another renovation
Of my whole self.
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Awake
Her beauty in the eyes
Hurts my wit to control drops
Of tears shedding from inside
To take care of her side
Cause she knows who I’m
And I know why I should stay
Awake
For her
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My Love & Life
Love in my life, like a bee
Enjoys the melody of honey
She makes without a reap
Now with her wings
She plays with me
With her feet
She binds me
Within her eyes, I see our nest
Her bed– a cozy space for us to spend
My kisses are her regular wine
And we make love with its silent line
What is love? I asked her
A kiss in return– her love
But I know it’s she
It’s she– my love
And I know
It’s she– my life
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