Poetry

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A girl’s desire
To love and be loved
So what’s to hold
If love receives no hope?
They told me love is to heal
A wounded dream
Captured in a void of realities
Yet how’s one to know
Which love she would do
Willingly in a bitter melody
When a girl’s heart is
Cherished by no one?
Would you take an oath?
Consist by devotions
To celebrate your love
And being refused as if overused?

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Poetry

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‘Leave me alone,’ you said that night
At one a.m, leaving me scattered
Afraid to think about your wild
Stories and sorrow feelings unfiltered
Since you were your trait
Bluntly told me you were high and wasted
I thought and recollected my broken heart
I wonder the last time we talked enthusiastically
And since when this conversation got hurt
A depressed feeling was the only
The thing left behind like some abandoned art
What was I holding in the room we built?
My empathy was even shocked I chose to treat you.
As the cold wind breeze, I knew the taste of guilt
Yet I never heard your thumbing heart pondered with the new
Unknown revenge: her
Naive me, I think the worst had vanished
Sure, ‘liquor’ was better
To be said and felt by your lips, sealed.

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