The roads not taken
The promises never given
The canopy of carcasses in the greens
Drops of blood and all the scars in the hearts, unseen
hidden like forced pillow in the faces to suffocate...
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She stayed at home waiting for an adventure
She stayed at home, hopelessly hoping, that there might be a magic she will get to see.
Small talks that leads nowhere but the conversation goes on.
The humble smile for someone doesn't returns back, but smile every time, so that they could know you're there for them at times..
Sometimes you're that person that nobody wants but needs you in time to time.
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Orange folds of skies
Darker sunlights
The want is to be bilin in stranger things of natures
Beats of round as earth marbles hung with golden strings, in sights
swinging, swinging and swinging
As if a wall clock which is like an everth mere in one of dale's painting.
Ice all melted to water..
A wait for friend with layers of masks is like excepted flood arrival
Death feels sweeter all those times with pinch of salt in the eyes
They swim in cloths,
and swim in their own minds
After midnight it's strange how, they became something they're not in the morning,
And
How they open up
Why we open up like that..
She wonders.
I don't want us to be in a end, like that way..
{.. Because it's sad for her to see her friends like that, it hurts cause they don't deserve the way they feel.
The spilled words came out of intoxicated hearts, they tells her stories and terrible, terrible thoughts. She let them say, hoping the stories are not true, somehow hoping they all become lies. If she could she would rewind the world to make them lies..}
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Why all the day we pretend
and at night we feel like you can't go anymore like this..
So that is only why you wanted to talk to me (?)
I want you to be happy in life but I feel like, if you were happy from the start, we may never knew each other..
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She rows a boat alone in the sea
Muse about aloneness at sleepless nights, she's never saying that hours like that, are awful to be alive..
Her friends call to say, After a while when they're done telling her their sorrows, she ends the call with good bye, hoping it's their last call, hoping that they won't need her anymore, hoping that they could be on their own.
She would miss them when they're gone.
She will wish them long lost songs. . They'd have when gone to see the world. But will she miss them? Does she have ever really knew the whole of them? Or just the pain they felt? She won't call them to know. Cause she's better remain lost like their extreme sadness.
Up the wave goes, then it goes down,
Sky reflected on it, tangerine, with a vow.
To come back again of to the bitter sweet black hearts, as one of the small gift of life.
On the other side plain skies do twists and turn,
She has got to know this.
But she has fallen for them every time when thought she won't
Even they became dark sometimes
They are still beautiful (the way they are), always and more.
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-this poem is about and for those who help heal our broken hearts.
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Word notes -
Bilin - blend
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