Illegitimate 

It only hurts as much as we love

We fall so deep

So hard

On a bed roses

Bleeding our skins, 

On prickles,

and razors, 

Of withering petals 


The falling skin with the passing ages

Wearies of a young man,

Troubled with the dawn of a mysterious tomorrow 

The society,

and it’s demands

The whispering streets 

These blurry faces jeering around the corners

“she is a bastard after all”

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her heart belongs

it is beautiful in the skies

above the clouds where a bed of white spreads

sometimes she wonders,

if her wings would stretch forever

and even then,

the stars were just too far

a little close,

but their twinkles were still faint

and so she returned

back into her little cage

the falling bricks and the rusty roof

turning to dust,

the memories of a young blood,

an ancient spirit,

returning to the skies,

where her heart belongs

 

 

 

A flower ceases to be

A walk in the park
A silent wind rubbing,
against weary leaves
A dry throat in a bright sun

The touch of fairness
Feel the pores breath
The eye that catches a flower
Inhale her fragrance

Way deep,
Into the lungs,
the mind
And the soul

If only moments stretched a lifetime,
even more,
The petal that withers,
in my hands

It’s dust in the wind
A shattered heart
When it hurts to love,
cause the day is gone

Just a day
Only when I thought I didn’t care,
and you did it
You left memories in my head

The little arguments
The smiles within the tears,
I hate that I didn’t hold you enough
Long enough

The flower from the park
Ceasing to be
But forever in our hearts,
A friend and a family

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It scares me that I’m leaving
That I don’t know anything at all

Treading unknown waters for sure
That I fear the future now
More than ever

Yet I desire even more,
To leave

To embrace the turbulence of high waves
Living within my fears

Will I drown?
Or will I fight through every second?

With my own strength,
Wit, and breath

Will it be worth a while?
My life,

Just a lump of sand
Pouring from my palms
Through the gaps between my fingers

Someday I died,
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Born into the stars

It is beautiful here
Where the illusions of the sun hide
Ignorance

But confidence,
The face of a lucky coin
I will be performing tonight,

In coloured lights
Where applause elevates hungry hearts

And yet,
Mine is a thirsty one

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