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Love Mistake

I've made a mistake, you reminded me,
An insufferable heartbreak that've grown stronger each day,
An overwhelming ache that've shown what was it like to be betrayed,
Just shut your eyes and sleep the long night away.

So numb, you've made me the person I've become,
The countless tears evaporated by the years,
You were too busy chasing meteors in the sky for wishes,
Never notice me back when I fell into a deep abyss,
Never realise my knees were ripped apart with wounds,
But that was okay because you were my only one,
As I continued to run after you without making a sound.

My world was obstreperous, yours were a paradise,
So incompatible but yet it was fine,
Maybe I was too diverted in smiling at your shines,
Never expected that my emotions were on the line,
You were mine, until the end of my heartbeat,
And I drowned alone in this agony game of repeat.

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Pictures

Her eyes are like lenses of a telescope,
That can see beyond planets and stars,
Crashing onto crater of moon filled in hope,
And within a transient speed of light afar.

Her mind is like a wandering submarine,
Immersed to lurk in deep depth of seafloor,
As it picked up scenes that are too obscene,
And replaced them with bubbles of bliss.

Her heart is the mastermind of everything,
Or known as a source behind her eminent success,
As it lures unwanted confusion and feelings,
That causes her to drop on her knees in distress,
Like a spring break that brings children to swings,
Messes are everywhere as they are blessed,
To know that memories are made like a fashion dress.

Her wish is to picture her wild thoughts,
And share them as art with the rest of the world,
But her hands aren't meant for drawing,
Thus, she uses colored ink to paint them in words.

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Time Flies.

As the little girl I was, learning to be proud and strong,
Growing up to be a perfect someone who does no wrong,
Head filled with sad songs, not knowing where do I belong,
False hopes and dreams of the future bottled me up all night long.

Time flowed like stars, feet soon decorated with scars,
A heartfelt confidence, an unlimited freedom on oneself,
I used to be a child of high expectations on myself,
Now everything has changed before I even knew,
As staring back at the mirror and questioned, "Who are you?"

Hours turned to years have passed and it was a mess,
An endless of greed and ambition increased to impress,
And the friends I had drifted apart one by one,
Lonely without the loved ones, ecstasy was close to none,
I closed my teary eyes to the present that couldn't be altered,
But that was alright, just live life to the fullest, and that was all ever mattered.

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