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Like the scenes in movies
Glass shattering
Screaming, crying
And slamming of doors
She had them twice

Once at 9
An angel so young
Saw everything in life
Tasted grief and loss
Thirsty of love and hope

The other at 25
An angel grew up too fast
She screamed and cried
Picked up the pieces of glass
While he slammed the door
She wasn't at all surprised
A painter can paint beautiful skies and you
A writer can write stories of him and you
A singer can sing a song for you*
But a lover can love you
Everything about you
Pink backpack
With a face of a girl
Painted on the cloth

Rode on his bike
Every day on that road
Rain or shine

Hopped from the bike
Kissed his cheek
Whispered, "I'll miss you"

Sun set at 6
She's out of the room
He waited for her

6 months passed
She's out of the room
He waited for her

Hopped on the bike
Kissed his cheek
Whispered, "I miss him"
Yester-memories
I named it
It all started with you
And ended without you
You are a fire,
they say
But you got
a heart,
so cold.
You opened your doors
To a girl like me
You let me in
But never let me be
You showed me your paradise
Every rainbow I could see
You let me touch you
Every way I had
I memorized your every soul
Your hidden paths
And mysterious calls
You looked at me
With flowers on the bloom
I took off your mask
So you could see me
But you won't
I guess I know why
I'm just your what if
That you never dared ask
this was also published on my blog, link on my bio
WAR
One must lose, the other must win
I'd stop fighting for you
If my loss is your gain
I'd rather lose this war
Than to keep fighting
Knowing you wouldn't be mine
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