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Façade
As the days blindly walked on by,
The only trajectory left was to try.
Surroundings erupted, everything went wrong,
That didn’t matter, the desires pushed on forward like a song.
It yearned for the hope and love,
No matter what had happened, she would reach for above.
It was thought that it could have been meant to be,
But that was a façade, false hopes that just wanted to see.
Thirsting onward, living each day only with happiness,
Only for that one being, that never seemed to cause any sadness.
Those words that were softly said,
Only provoked tears that were later to be shed.
Walls bombarded in between as the days grew old,
The longing desires were still kept firm and bold.
It was the only care that was shown in the lost life,
Not even the effort to notice that it caused strife.
Time had quickly ceased when doubts crawled up the floor,
The unexpected words pierced through the red door.
It was then the streams rushed on about,
As the sword pierced through the center causing an inaudible shout.
The cacophonous silence crept through as all was shattered,
Black and white splattered the mind, for nothing mattered.
Those last three words that patiently waited,
Had no chance what so ever, as the pain only inflated.
…Why…why…why…
Is it already time to say goodbye?
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The Feeling That Lingers.
The feeling that lingers never ceases to leave,
Curling up tensions, no one believes.
Everything exploding in all directions,
Leaving everything broken, nothing mentioned.
As time flows right by aimlessly,
The interests fade away carelessly.
Nothing moves, everything is still,
The feeling that lingers has yet to be a thrill.
Open feelings are left only to be crushed and thrown,
Nothing awakens just the tensions that have grown.
When will it come to an end?
The feeling that lingers, has yet to mend.
The intentions grow fiercly like the quiet fire,
Nothing stops it, keeping it kindled the deceitful liar.
Desires cry and yearn for it to disappear,
Feeble attempts made, fabricating fear.
The feeling that lingers causes everything to be dead,
The predicaments intervening , nothing is said.
When will it come to an end?
The feeling that lingers has yet to mend.
It only follows and toys around,
Until you’re fed up and fall coldly onto the ground.
The path that lyes ahead wishes only to be lucid,
The feeling that lingers plays the role of the intrusive.
Nothing is seen nothing will mention,
The deceit crawling out, nurturing the tension.
As time stops by people only look and stare,
At the predicament that could have been handled with care.
The only thing left is the heartless emotion,
Walking by taking notion.
Why such an end? Why such loss?
That ceaseless feeling was the boss.
It never stopped, only provoked,
Laughing silently, she was choked.
Tears flowing down her cheeks,
Why wasn’t anyone there? To stop that which leaks.
When will it come to an end?
The feeling that lingers never mends.
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Snow
The soft, cold feeling touch,
White colored blankets, it said so much.
The words spoken through it’s motions,
Moving swiftly through the air causing commotions.
Why didn’t anyone hear?
Those words, it spoke with such fear.
The clear, milky white complexion,
The wily crispy air took possession.
As it fell softly upon the ground,
No one was moved to look around.
As it sat there alone, making everything cold,
The innocence stood there, feeling bold.
Silence flowing was its way of speaking,
Ignorance found its way to burn, and now it is leaving.
The pearly white surface faded away,
As the tensions urged it not to stay.
Forming into the liquidy substance,
The thoughts yelled out that it was nonsense.
Each day that came, the heat never ceased,
The falling white little pearls were never released.
For its words that were spoken,
Was never enough for anyone to be shooken.
Slowly fading away silently into the cold depths of misery,
The soft white blankets were abolished into calamity.
As people aimlessly walked by,
The only question remaining was why.
The soft, cold feeling touch,
It disappeared as it said so much.
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