He cries to sleep,
In cluster of million less joy
No blooming flowers, ain't breeze full whiff
Over the empty sheet, his heart still weeps

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Picture in my heart
paints the million freshet stars
all and sundry to and from
none drew breath as her so far

Gleaming hope of cherry sky
Lace me up for one touch, nigh
One glance, I often peak
Raise my heart to hindmost beat
It’s only fair if I could lay
A merry gesture in winsome way

Running in my veins are the letters of her name
Peaches, apple pine, in covet we stay same

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..Lonely days

Rise and fall all sounds so fake
In ambience of pride
For goodness sake

They show no heed
None took from me
How mien does change
in forsaken deed

Enchantress voice in a bombshell doom
Glides my hopes, with obtuse ways
Flags on floor, chalky milk
With sorrowful gust goes my lonely days

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I could’ve loved you with all and adore
you’d rather be distant, aloof for more
nectar u mentioned, my mouth would speak
it shrinks your heart now
despise at peak

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I could see her through the window
I regret, I couldn't sense her pain
Seeming no way out, her life collapsed
She walked by a door, no sooner abendrot fade

She would've knocked
They say, if she was a boy
She hasn't had to face same
I suppose, if she were one

She wasn't nyctophilic
She more loved the dawn
She couldn't untie her feet
Eventually tied by a stone

She didn't killed herself, murderers were us
The society, the people, you and also me

She couldn't match the harmony
She couldn't hit the pitch
She couldn't get the note right
Or maybe the song itself was a glitch

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Hopeless

I'mma galador
I'mma gladiator
I'm a warrior knight
Loosing my hopes and armor

Seeking head off potted hole
Out of painful travial
I drudge whole of night
To hit a longest homer

To rest all the riots
Like hail on gaiety deeds
Sore me with blaze
For euphoriam moil

Stuck round with affray
In andante hitting highest note
I'mma baritone with an alto
In context I'm on flame for broil

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It aches deep in me.
not on your nelly did you intend to stay,
yet kept me from leaving, apologeticly.

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mug no fit, inferior disguise
woeful shore is where his dwelling lies
devoid delights are none to remember
ugly good bloke is no man of her

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Beyond the rays could hit is my kinship to such sorrow land
Non licet are joyful span
To me, to her, to bluebird and…?

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'Her' and 'me'
we pine for 'us',
desperately.

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