Mai sochu tujhe aur tu saamne aa jaye!!
Mai rahun khamosh aur tu bas bewajah muskuraye!!
Mai likhun tujhe aur tu khayal mere sab padh jaye..
Mai rakhun dil me kuch baatein aur tu bekhauf sab kuch keh jaye!!
Mai jiyun tujhe aur tu ek zamana ban jaye...
Mai dhundu tujhe aur tu mujhe mujhi me mil jaye!
Mai bayan karu kuch kisse tere aur tu Meri kahani ban jaye!!
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LONELINESS is a better friend,
It sticks with me every minute, every hour of the day.
SORROW a good friend too.
It visits me by night, it never forsakes its hour.
REJECTION touches my shoulder
Every time I meet a special person.
It is a better friend to comfort,
I feel its touch on my shoulder down my spine.
REGRET is my best friend. It shares my bed at night.
It is there holding our hands, me and SORROW.
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Sister Felicity Immaculata...
Mother Superior of Nonchalance...
She could care less about your troubles...
For her impassivity she offers no response...
She doesn’t care about your situation...
Nor your feelings or your woes...
She’s perfectly fine looking out her window...
As the world passes by, right under her nose...
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Her eyes make you forget everything,
Her words teach you how to love;
For if she had a pair of wings,
She would be, what looks like, an Angel sent from Above.
Nothing is safe in her presence
She initiates every kind of mess,
But her eyes are like a flavourful essence;
You can get mad, but never love her less.
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Every time you say “I love you”...
It makes me want to frickin’ hurl...
I’m not the kind of woman that likes...
To be treated like some special pearl...
I cringe when you rub my back...
I loath when you caress my hair...
I despise when you write these fucking poems...
And when you tell me you like what I wear...
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When the eyes close,
the world sinks into quiet shadow.
Thoughts wander
like mist through forgotten streets.
No noise,no color-
only the whisper within,
a space without borders,
where memory breathes
and time stands still.
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Wenn die Augen schließen,
versinkt die Welt in leisen Schatten.
Gedanken wandern
wie Nebel durch vergessene Gassen.
Kein Lärm,keine Farbe-
nur das Flüstern des Inneren,
ein Raum ohne Grenzen,
wo Erinnerung atmet
und die Zeit stillsteht.
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You touch like fire,
but hold me
like something breakable.
Your words burn-
not to wound,
but to awaken.
I am undone
by the heat in your voice,
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The construction around my mind and my body left a pit in my stomach, and everyone threw their odds and ends and garbage in there and I’ve been throwing things out that don’t need to be there but they keep throwing things in.
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Loneliness is a sad place to be.
Solitude is a place we chose to be.
Loneliness can break a heart.
Solitude can restore a heart.
Be careful what you wish for.
Be careful when you close the door.
Be careful not close the door on yourself.
Be careful loneliness is one book on a shelf.
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