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the end of me
if your juliet smile would laugh and call my name, with love that would set the stars to flame, i'd bow my head, won't dare to see the eyes that spelled the end of me. in her eyes, the storm-light sways, gods forget their holy ways. she speaks, and silence kneels to sound— i tremble like the cursed and crowned. so let her laugh, and let me burn, i won’t look back, i’ll never turn. her voice, a hymn i cannot flee— those eyes, they spelled the end of me. a moth to flame, i came too near, each heartbeat strung with ache and fear. what man could bear such cruel delight? to long for day, and live in night. if fate were kind, it’d turn me blind, erase her name from soul and mind. but no—i drink her light like wine, and die a little every time. so let her laugh, and let me burn, i won’t look back, i’ll never turn. her voice, a hymn i cannot flee— those eyes, they spelled the end of me. yes, let her laugh— that’s all i need. some loves were made to make us bleed. (Inspired by the Bengali song "Tomar Pichu Charbo Na" by Nahid Hasan.)
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