We hold our hands together,
being above the sky forever,
clouds swaying with speed,
making me mysteriously wonder,
If you are the one I need !?

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"Trying to find a house beneath your world ,
for you flooded mine with tears."

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Let's laugh in the burning Sun,
Before crying for dying Moon.

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I dream of tear drops falling,
with spiky end dipped with fire,
And cooling the burning heart,
each and every time.

Just like a horror dream,
You whirled in the silence,
erupting those goosebumps.

Just like a horror dream,
You chose to be vanish,
still sending chills down the spine.

I dream of you in oblivion,
laughing at my unscrupulous fate,
reminding me of your aching virtues,
bruising me leaving me with scars.

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It certainly hurts, it hurts to welcome the memories captivated in the songs. The melodious tune sometime isn't really melodious. It's irritating.

Working hard the whole day, brain tries to finish of the monotonous schedule, and when it tries to adjust with the frequency of the music, it travels to a whole new world.

The world with has billions of things underneath the memories, words, places and many more. Yes, it happened with me again, rather it became a routine.

After the fact I realized that I was resuscitating, it deepened the scars. I gave songs a second thought. Well at one end I do want to be successful, proud, but at other end I drown myself in the present day miseries that an introvert goes in dreaming of becoming an extrovert.

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I am lonely. I am lost. I need friends. They must not be fake. For me, I will always be by their side, either be the shadow or be the sunshine. Always hiding. I won't ask you to socialize the chats, which are picturesque and make others envy. I want you.

//An introvert

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The sparks of the dew,
gushing around the molded heart,
are forming constellations in dawn,
trying to whisper the broken verses
to mend the broken heart.

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The thing is,
you owe me
a nightmare,
and I owe you
my dreams.

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