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Memories.
They are my most precious possessions,
Yet my most terrifying regrets.
They lift the curves of my mouth,
Yet haunt the cells of my mind.
They bring back all my regrets,
And they help make the path of my future smoother.
Memories bring wisdom.
If on some night—
You feel utterly alone,
Even if unknowingly,
Just once, let me know.

I will be the silver moon—
Sending you a gentle gleam of light!

If the sun’s fire begins to burn you,
Then at least once—
Remember me.

I will be the cloud—
Weaving a cool canopy,
To stop that burning pain!

If you wish—
To wholly become mine;
Then send me—
A flying letter from the clouds!

I will be—
A strong embrace,
Wrapping you close to me!
Yes, I doused the candle
Poured water on its frame
Orange begging to be consumed
by the vast and salty frolickers
Its wrath now controlled
Its greed now sufficed
Limits pushed brought their own
demise. Released from unknown
cruelities of gluttony
Words flood my brain
Tsunami
Rain
Depression eats away
Should I leave
Or stay
Anxiety rattles me
Fingers busy
What will I be
Tomorrow
Sometimes I think I write to escape
Other times I think I write because theres nothing else left
Another day I might think I write out of desperation

But I think I write because it solidifies things
It makes me admit things I wouldn't admit otherwise
Its my own kind of therapy
One where I can write to strangers
people I don't know
yet seem to feel so much more comfortable telling these things
Sometimes a "hello"
can be the beginning
of another 3 years of therapy
so I don't reply.
Every friend when meets,
Seems an angel sent to us,
By the god from his providence,
But when departs after fulfilling,
His ends  selfish  and cunning,
All incidents of past moving.
In sky of our inner gloomy world,
Making us  cry and buzzing sad,
Echo of pain within ending world.
The universe puts her headphones on
And plays her favorite track
The raindrops in the meadow burst
And soak the earth
And with her feet up on the world
She smiles from ear to ear
And plays it back
What songs does the universe listen to? Is there a more beautiful sound than the rain falling in the secluded meadow. Truthfully, I don't know. But I do love the sound of these words as they roll off the tongue. YUPP!

BIG THANKS to everyone who liked, commented, and helped make this verse the Poem of the day (on 05/18/18). I really appreciate it! You can listen to me read this poem live on SoundCloud. Just follow the link and have an awesome day!  

https://soundcloud.com/user-433755196/her-favorite-song-1
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