Nobody reads the letters that I write,
Few considers them as prose,
Though I prefer myself a poet.
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An explosion deep within my heart,
Sublimes my very soul,
A feeling long obliterated,
Drags me back to my past, long forgotten.
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Lines curve strange pictures in our life,
Purple of dream melts into sorcery of dark.
I loved blue, while she erased her past,
Past confined beyond my reach, beyond my grasp.
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Is there something wrong within?
Or the whole world is conspiring.
Demented souls with forked tongues,
Slitters their way around my sanity.
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Letting the memories slip through,
I try to decimate everything of you.
The tresses still troubles me,
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Staring into the clouds hovering above,
No they are not threatening,
But like benevolent domesticated hogs.
I ponder, if I shall too rot my life,
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Statutory warning:
The verses below are highly cryptic.
A plethora of enigma slithered around a treacherous labyrinth.
If you find your way through,
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Indifference is a bliss when rage is rampant.
I hide in the spaces amongst the crowd,
A faceless escapist I am,
Settling for mediocrity.
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I stay alone,
In the company of three walls,
Half naked but unashamed.
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When I hear you speak, you remind of the hope that still exists. When I see you smile, you make me believe in the eternal bliss. You are too naïve, I wish I can be your armour and be your shield.
But you never gave me the chance, no matter how hard I tried. I reasoned and I cried, but you turned deaf to all my pleas.
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