THAT NIGHT...
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MatureComplete Sat, Jul 9, 2016<5 mins
That night
When the moon shone at our existance
The breeze exaulted us
And the strangeness in us was obscure
Than night
When the frogs croak was like a melody
The owl's hoot was like a serenade
The fireflies ignited passion
Seemingly uneven but not pararell
That night
When i gazed at your eyes
And saw a replica of us
When our common touch felt like
Our first
So majical we lost ourselves
That night
When every moment
Was like dè jávu and we liked it
When we sat silently
But talked loudly in love
A perfect interlude with imperfect lovers...
That fateful night.....
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For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.
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