[]Goodbyes[]

Lying on the bed
Thinking about us while adjusting the blanket
Why I let you see my imperfections covered with white linen
Won't say it was out of lust
But your continued silence made me brood over the obvious
Now that you've decided to make your way out
I won't say a word for I ought to realise
It was me who was pricked
Doing the same things innumerable times
And then ending up in a gruesome fight
Making up for mistakes by blurting out those unfathomable lies
My body though was in your realm but soul was wandering elsewhere
Just like, infatuation is God's way of telling
Love is always short lived.

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You called me a rose
Protecting me with your thorns
But I always knew I was the thorn
You withered.
I still prick.

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I do prick some wounds
Until it make me fight.

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The trail I walked was filled with roses
It was that one prick of a thorn
That made me ignore them all

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Heal,
even
if
it
pricks.

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The world applauds you
Everytime you grab the rose.
But remember,
It's the same world
That laughs at you when
You get pricked by the thorns !

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Shed some blood
To know the difference between

A prick and a stab.

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Game of thorns
may prick us at times,
but we win if we pluck it
with sense...

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I have distributed
my feelings
like a flower
to everyone
and now when
I have forgotten
about the flowers,
they prick me in
times of night
when I was
distributing them.

//Confessions of a Flirt//

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Barefoot may be pricked by thorns,
but can never be tricked by its path...

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