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Cira Jun 24
A book written anew,
With wholesome chapters in a few.
Laughters of joy and fun,
Memories in the making are spun.

Roots built once now longer than ever,
A special bond that is meant to stay forever.
Old conversations late at night,
Roasting if my "type" was right.

In the garden we sit at dawn,
Our chaotic energy made people drawn.
Goofy pictures made you smile,
Bad pictures collected made it worthwhile.

Advice shared that was barely followed,
Made mistakes through the time we borrowed.
Places we planned to go,
Still ended up in markets you know.

Years and years passed by,
This feeling is not a goodbye.
All those fights we had in the past,
Toxic or not we made it last.

Calls we had secretly in our room,
Sometimes caught by our parents, our fate was doomed.
Vms sent cause we had lot to say,
Old times, we went out to play.

Survived through it all together,
Good or bad, we stayed tethered.
A vent or a funny reel sent,
Stole my eraser but it was lent.

School was a mess, a chaotic distress,
But with y’all, the burden felt a little less.
Chasing around on the open ground,
Trying not to get smacked as we ran around.

Blanket forts felt like home,
Meanings of words googled on chrome.
My days were best with your presence,
Nothing will ever make me forget your ever lasting essence.

I love you a lot my lovely cutiessss <333
Always stay yourself ~xoxo BBFFFL
Cira Jun 22
Death is the purest form for a soul to meet it's end
But some don't expire, they get ruthlessly silenced.
It wasn't just a grave, it had a backstory
A mortal with foresight couldn't roam the streets free.

Weapons unleashing as a force of nature,
Coming like a hurricane with sharp armour
It bled in vanity across the lanes left misunderstood,
Knowing it wasn't meant for this shrewd.

Tulips in the field, lotus in the pond
Here I swam in rivers creating the purest bond
Soft, tender winds that kissed the shadows,
Heels stood hard espousing the meadows.

A mentality with a storm inside waiting to unleash the candour,
But before the storm reached the clouds, it perished at the altar of betrayal.
The dress worn in the market was paper,
And here this corporeal wore layers of vapour.

Snakes hissing in the midnight grass,
Fake jewellery worn made of metal brass.
Words with meanings left the air,
Stories and memories unfold in care.

Boulders on the shoulders, the cracks left open,
Speech put to suppress, hidden drought unbroken.
Caged in boxes, unsheathed traces,
Known secrets belong to shattering my cases.

Body on stilts, hands caressing the bare face
Scars left untouched building the soft embrace.
Tight shape wear exist in types
Ice ate the morphing lives.

The grenade was an autopsy of my lie,
When I took matters afar left was the awry sky.
Under the rebel of rocks and old fossil bones,
Metaphors unfolding rows of straight shooting missile drones.
"Read with whatever in mind and decept whatever meaning you find."
Cira Jun 9
My dear dove,
I can't explain this love.
It's not romantic—
It’s deeper, it’s frantic, it's quiet, it's ecstatic.

Not meant to be caged,
And no, you're not damaged.
You were born to roam free,
To be, just be, without judgment—just seen.

Thou art something special to me,
And it’s fine if thou cannot see.
But I will stay until the end,
Each time you call, I'll bend.

So fear not the road ahead,
You shall not break, nor be left or dead.
The path may be twisted and rough,
But we sip from the same cup when it gets tough.

Thou art not alone,
Nor meant to bear such weight on thine own.
Just breathe, and cling to hope,
For I am here—always—with the rope.
Cira Jun 3
"The stilts I stand on feel heavy now, weak and the path ahead is slowly fading into the abyss, been on them for my whole life but now they are broken, I chased the speed."
Cira Jun 3
"The love I hold in my heart feels broken and lost but I find my way back to the chaos in the tranquil waves silencing the moment the adrenaline rush slows, and i close my eyes knowing I played my part."
Cira Jun 2
“I’ll never make you drink the whole flood of my pain, I’ll offer it drop by drop, and if it’s too much, I’ll swim alone ‘til I can float again.”
Cira Jun 2
"Not physically but always there... in the lines blurred between the parallel that no one can fathom to see cause they'd spiral the moment they realise how deep it is."
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