Living the life of imperfections
I find the perfections in you.
I find you shining in my dark
and smiling in our chaos.
We've witnessed the colors on ice
Yet I feel like calling you my bliss.
I haven't bloomed since the last autumn
Would you like to cherish me as the spring?

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From the lap of perfection
to cuddling the statue of
imperfections
She ruled the mature
with a touch of immaturity.

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Then the love mixed with ashes
And she sat as a well dressed princess.

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I see the falling petals of spring,
Welcoming the dark of autumn.
The cuddling clouds of the moon,
Wishing the death of the stars.
I feel the smell of the drops,
Craving for the smirk of flakes.
It is the haze on the prisons,
Inviting all the scary nights.
I'm lost in your horizon,
You call me home and I recoil.

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Deep in this valley is a city
Where every street knows my name.
Dipping there are some memories
Where solids met soul.
There used to be window walking along my steps
There awaited a door for my lightning glimpse.
Behind that door is a lawn where rain used to glue us,
Among those drops is a relief that only I can feel.

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She took the life out of me,
All the light I absorbed from stars,
All the musings I felt in the soft lake,
All the dreams that were yet to born,
All the twinkles of my glittering night,
She took away the peace, I still search for.

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These days used to add her perfume to me
These days used to share the love that was hidden
These days used to crawl down the absorbed drops
These days used to add colours to barren
Here are these days adding the aches to the wounds untouched.

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I'll sing you the lullaby
I'll write you the rhyme
I'm the sun
Let me lighten the flowers.

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Let me write
For the december
Would it matter?
February
has it all.

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I burnt for the fragrance
Felt in the chills.
I fought with the days
And struggle with months.

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