I was infused with sunrises and listening to ragas in the morning.
I burned brighter than the sun.
I burned.
She turned to ash.
She turned dark.
She was infused with endless night, and gazing at the endless stars.
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The shadow of the brightest flame is always the darkest.The ones highest in life, fall the lowest.
The best people, turn out to be the worst.
The worst people, have the best in them.
The lowest in life, climb up to the highest point.
The darkest shadow yields the brightest flame.
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I let her burn.
I let her go dark,
So, somedays, we have a glass of champagne.
And laugh about the ones we've broken.
I burned before him.
I remained dark after him.
We have a glass of champagne somedays.
And talk about how many people we've turned.
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She was worth the fire.
He was worth the darkness.
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Way Ward
PoetryLife is a jumbled mess. And from within this mess, I'm gifting you "your" stories, along with the stories of some other lost souls. Way Ward - A way to find your lost self.