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Why do I cry, for reasons unknown,
A deep meadow festering, displacing a stone heart,
Whence no one used to return, no bushes or trees were grown,
This may yet be a new beginning, or sorrowed an impeccable end's start.

Real

These days I feel I'm happier than before,
I was in gloom, but life had more,
When you came into it, my wings on this soar,
I'll see you very soon, waiting by the door. 😘

I Know it's Stupid

We have much in common, we could be good friends,
But alas I lost you on the way, and it's late to make amends,
The smiles of times and memories and dreams, will be carried in heart forever,
Maybe you don't care, I lie forgotten and dead,
But to me it's all I have had, while loving you then forever... <3 p="">

What

What keeps us alive, if it's so tiring everyday?
What keeps us happy, willing to work and rot away?
What gives us the peace, to be in calm like Fury?
What gives life meaning, is it hope, or the journey per se?

What?

This loss of gloom,

Makes not flowers bloom,

Has been followed by happiness,

And much before that, contentment,

But at least that much was beneficial,

Albeit inconvenient, withering the reserves,

A thin fragrance of the path's memory.

The fruits have depleted, stomped to perfection,

No more turning back, no more going forward,

Without a miracle, a miracle indeed,

The name of which, always has been Love.

Why?

This consciousness is our boon,
The same is our curse,
Making us look inside too much,
Ignorant of shining stars.
What if it wasn't there?
Like animals we would live and perish,
And just as happy as them.
Or better yet to be lost since start,
No chance of redemption, for no sin committed,
Matter mixed in proportions,
Random patterns of beauty,
No vile eyes or heart, to gaze upon the land and skies,
Cold world, brilliant sun, stark snow,
For as far as you can see,
Untainted by our deeds,
The wretched fools sentenced to doom,
A leisurely walk of souls together,
Where do flowers only bloom?

The Question of the Question

Times are forward, no more too slow,
The age of doubt passed, love prescribed to flow,
A seed of dream at heart, a wish secret to know,
An itch to ask you tonight, which path to finally follow?

Today you see me as who? I wonder in my sleep,
The answer is all but lost, yes normally too it's deep,
On the face but it's slight known, by all who see this rise,
That one sees one as one only, paving "only one"'s demise.

Many say it's vain, one must be friend at first,
But folly it is to me, to hide my enamoured thirst,
For isn't it betraying you, to let merry times grow,
And a day all of sudden, on you my wretched heart throw?
It may leave me lonely, hiding my tears instead,
At last at least still, an act I would have shed.

A decision to be reached, a matter of heart and art,
Of life and love and sorrow, and glee and end and start,
A valley of hope on one side, to fall freely with cry,
A trench of despair awaiting, if tonight my love must die.