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A beautiful lie

I wonder how it truly feels to be loved.

Is it like the minutes before the sun rises,
 when it begins to shine so bright,
 and you feel its warmth on your skin
Like moments you miss the most,
 filled with the nostalgia of what once had been.

Like a scent of flowers leaving its own light,
 longing to be found.
A taste of the world reflected in your eyes,
 afraid to drown.

The feeling of a lifetime,
 where you’re finally able to see yourself,
A mirror to the soul
 like the stories asleep on a shelf.

Where we sing songs to the silence
 and the beat of our hearts.
In a life where we’re happy as lovers,
Waiting for each other throughout the hours,
 and keep one another in our prayers.

Or is it only
When life comes around,
 and our mind feels empty,
 and our heart is broken,
like a shell that closes off
 never to be found in the deep ocean.

Is that the only time
when words go unspoken,
 and hearts grow frozen,
when you truly know
 you felt the love and the emotion,
 that was once offered but stolen.

A loneliness in the depths of generosity
 and the quiet ache of wanting honesty.
Under the cloak of night
 where no one’s eyes could find us,
 and no one could hear us,

a quiet river of tears traced our cheeks,
 each drop heavy with regret
 that left us hopeless.

Forgiving without a voice to answer,
 because holding on to the pain
 would only break us further.

Walking through the dark alone,
 carrying humiliation like a shadow
 that has grown.

A haunting memory behind the screen,
 where silence built a wall
 we couldn’t get in between.

Carrying burdens too heavy for our age,
 made our heart turn cold
 and filled with rage.

But I never meant to hurt anyone,
 nor cause pain,
It hurt my heart
 as if I was tied up in a chain.

I’m still fighting the demons inside of me.
 So please, please forgive me.....

Because...
 
Maybe, just maybe,
This is how love truly feels.

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Wings and Wounds


Like birds flying high over the world,
Words of love never unheard.
Loud voices echo through different phases,
No mistakes.., Just choices in these mazes.

Walking threads, edge tight like a judge,
 Told me, “Be strong. Don’t budge.”
 They speak of light at tunnel's end,
 But what about the road we defend?
 The morals we bend,
 The lives we represent,
 With no one to depend on.
 I lost myself, long gone.

Why do we have to hide, only to blend?
To live up to the lies we pretend?
For a day? A week? A month? Just like a trend?

Got slapped twice, felt the sting,
Still piecing life from shattered things. 

Stay down?

Nah. I rise high, up in the sky.
Just like a broken wing…
It can only fly with the help of some strings.

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The Dagger

I’m reminded of you in everything and everywhere. 

You’re the coolest thing for the eyes to see. 
The most beautifully crafted piece in the collection. 
The harmless object when it’s inside its box.

I see you in the sharpness of everything and everywhere.

You’re the scariest thing for the heart. 
The deadliest weapon for the soul. 
The sharpest tool in the drawer. 
Yet so small,
Still cuts so deep.

If only you were made differently.

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The Pillow

Empty words, empty souls , a pillow, a savior,
Like sweet flavor, an anchor much braver,
There to save you..

And what for?

To keep you from sinking deeper
From the images that make them think you're a creeper
A vision of the reaper, a version much cheaper
The scary monster, a creature, the biggest traitor,
Who is there to save you?

Hunting memories, broken legacies, Bodies stacked with lost identities.
Energy drained, dead, just like old batteries.
Broken hearts, shattered souls, like casualties.
Is this supposed to be the remedy?

Finding comfort in the pain,
Seeing you as a burden to contain,
Calling you insane,
Demanding you explain.

Leaving you dumbfounded
The clown in the game with no brain.
Throwing shade,
Wanting you to carry all the weight,
Till you drop, 
Fall to the ground, like the rain,
Their words stuck like a blood-colored stain.

A place to turn and release the strain,
Where silence holds what words can't explain
The pillow where everything stays the same.

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The White Paper

Stuck between the lines,
 The only place where I don't get detained by all the crimes.
 Silent sins, where everything begins,
 The knife that cuts so deep,
 They say, “Calm down,” this is not for the weak.

No building holding up the structure,
 Everything’s on the ground, already fractured.
 Like the shadows on the hills, slowly fading away,
 Another color turns to gray.
 Like the metal of the chain,
 Once shining… now rusts like the wrecks of a train.

The pen waits to write the final lines of the story,
 Where pain is written so beautifully,
 It almost feels like glory.

Or is it just the hidden truth on the white paper, 
Stacked in different layers?

The empty lines erased, never embraced…
 The ones that were misplaced,
 A silent disaster that quietly escaped.