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Poetry

Healing through the pen. Growing through the pen. Spiralling through the pen. Acceptance through the pen. Forgiving through the pen.

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by uhwriting

by uhwriting

CAUGHT IN A LIE

I searched for you everywhere, inside the passing cars, malls and expensive shops lurking around with the passing time.

I found you nowhere, not in the presence of your music, love, nor the messages we'd send back forth just a minute apart.

Loving you was wicked and vile, healing the saddest and demeaning parts to encapsulate our wants. The one, I thought- lucid with those eyes.

By thirty five we'd be tatted and tainted in each others highs but we didn't make it past month nine, now memories lull me to the sleep what a facade

Time we were given, alas I'm no more. I never should've wondered, had you as an idol nor fantasised. I hurt so I bring this love to an end my love...