When they die
They become mere cold bodies
For the ones less cared,
And become a regret
For some that
Why they didn't stayed a little more.

Staying longer gives you more pain
Pain of loss and grief,
Going sooner puts a question
Of what if and why
What if they didn't chosen that road
Or what if I were in their place
Or I wished I were in their place.

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I am a firefly
Stealing
All the light,
Heading out
For more than this
Distant wide
In little time.

@thepastelink

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I held this one
Not so tight
It ran away
And I didn't stop.
Without a whisper
Every right thing
Just disappeared
Every wrong thing
Took me in flashback
Made me realise
I wish
I would've held it tight
And now it's raining.

@thepastelink

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I fell in love
with the artist
whose presence
made me feel this way
the feeling of love
was brought when
I saw the one
for the first time
that person was my first
that person will probably
be my last
I don't think
I can feel for another
the way I feel right now.

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Unsettled

I see
That you have
Changed so much
I see
That so do I,
The time
When we complimented
Eachother
Now far gone,
So many things
Undone
So many sights
Have been removed
Or have been replaced
The flowers have bloomed
On the once were empty sand
Seems like atleast
Something good has happened
In the past days,
The flowers will die
And will bloom again.

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What do you think?

I think it's me!

Why?

Because you are not telling me.

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Die for the ones
Who were never mine


Live for the ones
Who are ready
To die for me.

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Reminisce

Saving memories
Of every sight
I guess I have done it
A thousand times,
Maybe I forgot
To compile this moment
Or maybe I have already
But not a risk taker
So I'll save it again,
I find myself
Going through the images
Of so many years
From past
Experiencing a
Pseudo moment
Of the same day same time
As the time passes more
I click some more.

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With the fear
Of what would happen
If nobody will be near
Tomorrow when the sun will rise.
Will I be lost and forgotten
Or will I forget whoever was near yesterday.

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Dear Woman
You know
You are a great work of art
Your maker is a devotee
The way you have been carved.

Your every curve is unique
And every scar has a story.
You are what we call
A beauty.

How elegantly
You show
Your feminine and
Masculine side.

You become a mother
When you give birth to a life
And
You become a warrior
When you give birth to a life.

You are the one
Who sow the seed
You bring life
A piece of you
A constant.

A beauty
Beyond compare
More than enough.

You are a masterpiece,
You contain
A massive amount
Of color and care
And your
Pretty soul is content.

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