i’m late, i kno.
i’ve always been.
always made u wait.
but today u jus din..
the winds still say i’m a coward.
and these xanthous leaves around too;
moments i wish i cud change now.
when all that u said comes back so true..
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it hurts
to be forgotten,
but even more
when you're ignored.
its hurts
to tell the truth,
but even more
when no one takes.
it hurts
to let go,
but even more
when you can't.
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pain is no pain
when its for a price.
pain is no pain
when it's a sacrifice.
they’re finally gone
all those sick blight feels,
those bloody nightmares
and the midnight squeals.
i’m finally alone
in this bright new world!
but now, even this blares;
a pain new for me unfurled.
and finally moan,
in every word i could compose,
and welcome myself in happy tears
to this all-new, strange pain-of-repose..
it’s been so long
alone in this room;
bein blind’s not hard
nor’s it to b paralyzed..
wats hard is this pain
of bein forgotten;
of this fear that says
u’ll no longer exist
in those very hearts
that urs always bet for..
wat the old tree told the young man:
these fields wer alive once
with leaves of every shade
lush in the mornin warmth
a haven to behold, live in.
yet ur fathers wudnt stop
n now u, u too..
countless days in my arms
yet all forgotten now.
wont u leave me to live?
to hold ur great grand son?
but if u think u must
then, atleast, keep the roots..
the breeze felt heavier than usual
it’s been long since he’d been here
the sun with its last rays
n everythin else goin stale..
memories are clouding again
of those valentines’ gifts,
late candle night dinners
n the li’l hearts so sweet.
but fates not all that red
not all that sweet or nice..
from a little girls diary:
my daddy has a blue car
but we went in another one yesterday
it wasnt blue, but it was big
he gave me a gift n kisses too
it was this big blue diary i asked him for
mommy showed me a plane up high
she wept all over my new blue dress
she said he will soon be back
i saw it fly into the blue sky
