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Cold And Dead

Cold And Dead

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This poem is truly dedicated to my best friend I lost 4 years back... The friend who promised to never leave me and fulfilled the promise.. Didn't left me... Only left breathing... Sometimes your loss is bigger than any other gain in the world.... Biggest loss.... To lose someone who is yours... Forever 😞
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I made a promise, a commitment, a vow, and an oath that I'd never fall into the brutality they call love ever again, as it is something not to be toyed with. Think of it this way: Love is like a scented candle. The candle stick and the waxed aroma make the candle itself. Then it's ignited by a great inferno, and together, they make a beautiful thing. It burns for a long time, but then it loses that flame, that spark that ignited the creature. I guess the two most important ingredients gave up on each other. "Love" can be a metaphor, a simile, but most of all, a promise. A promise that can't be kept, something that waits until infinity to be broken. At least that's what I, Roseabella Swayed, once believed.

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