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If only I knew that your love wasn't so true,
I would have let  you go with a hug
Those saturday night sleepovers and messy sundays,
were as true as the desert mirage.
The city lights and the sky so blue,
nothing as good as you.
I can burn myself up to be lost in the sky,
I still fall in for you and I don't know why.
The summer rains and winter breeze,
all are back except thee.
Its hard to sleep  and whenever I do,
I wake up to a beautiful dream of you.
Wish rebirths were true and if it ever happened so,
I would live that life ever with you.

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Disclaimer: This is a user generated content submitted by a member of the WriteUpCafe Community. The views and writings here reflect that of the author and not of WriteUpCafe. If you have any complaints regarding this post kindly report it to us.
the healing touch
a dot
that joins itself
within itself
all by itself
have you ever tried this
at home all alone
with everybody
tacit books and wise masks
with sad seaside balloon-sellers
through the sands
one gibberish city of mundane
arise arise
it has been good
neon
all the smiles
toasts raised
hoisted petticoats
flags of
who we are
mirrors of
subjectivity.  Mad time. One meme life. One bullet life.
But when all the chips were down,
history had gone to meet the daughter of the clouds.

  
Disclaimer: This is a user generated content submitted by a member of the WriteUpCafe Community. The views and writings here reflect that of the author and not of WriteUpCafe. If you have any complaints regarding this post kindly report it to us.
the healing touch
a dot
that joins itself
within itself
all by itself
have you ever tried this
at home all alone
with everybody
tacit books and wise masks
with sad seaside balloon-sellers
through the sands
one gibberish city of mundane
arise arise
it has been good
neon
all the smiles
toasts raised
hoisted petticoats
flags of
who we are
mirrors of
subjectivity.  Mad time. One meme life. One bullet life.
But when all the chips were down,
history had gone to meet the daughter of the clouds.

  

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