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“him and i?
we're like the waves and the sand on the beach
i keep coming back to him, no matter how far i wander off
we're like a candle and it's flame
with him, i burn brighter than i ever have
we're also like the calming shower of rain
cause' he washes away my insecurities with just one single look
we're like two hands entwining,
filling in the empty spaces in our hearts with the other's presence
we're like the thunderous sky
it's electrifying when we're together
we're so much like eve and the apple
that the temptation will last forever
him and i?
we're like the lovers this universe can never recreate
and the one like him, i can't find another.”
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we're like the waves and the sand on the beach
i keep coming back to him, no matter how far i wander off
we're like a candle and it's flame
with him, i burn brighter than i ever have
we're also like the calming shower of rain
cause' he washes away my insecurities with just one single look
we're like two hands entwining,
filling in the empty spaces in our hearts with the other's presence
we're like the thunderous sky
it's electrifying when we're together
we're so much like eve and the apple
that the temptation will last forever
him and i?
we're like the lovers this universe can never recreate
and the one like him, i can't find another.”
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“he told me i was like a poem, all kinds of feelings bundled into one
but i am a song without melody, a screeching noise you don't want to hear
i am like an ointment but for the wrong wound; i can't heal you but i would burn
i am like that paragraph you delete before sending an okay
the last drop of coffee still stuck on your discarded cup
i am the rubber band on your wrist, i am lost as soon as you set me down
and like the moon on a moonless night
i am there but not in your world, not in your eyes, not in your heart.
i could have been your comfort shoe, but i broke your feet and you discarded me
so now I'm just an occupied space on your shelf you don't use anymore
I'm like the stain on the mirror when you're taking pictures; an irritation that stays
like the push and shove on the subway station that doesn't make you stop and stare
but the one that keeps you moving, completely unaware
i'm the stranger on the street that you see yet you don't
your eyes pass through me, not in focus, not in the zone
i'm not the art kind of beautiful, i'm the beauty that lies there, ignored
my existence is poetry, unnoticed, unaware, invisible to your eyes
and you just keep moving and i stay, i stay, i stay right there”
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but i am a song without melody, a screeching noise you don't want to hear
i am like an ointment but for the wrong wound; i can't heal you but i would burn
i am like that paragraph you delete before sending an okay
the last drop of coffee still stuck on your discarded cup
i am the rubber band on your wrist, i am lost as soon as you set me down
and like the moon on a moonless night
i am there but not in your world, not in your eyes, not in your heart.
i could have been your comfort shoe, but i broke your feet and you discarded me
so now I'm just an occupied space on your shelf you don't use anymore
I'm like the stain on the mirror when you're taking pictures; an irritation that stays
like the push and shove on the subway station that doesn't make you stop and stare
but the one that keeps you moving, completely unaware
i'm the stranger on the street that you see yet you don't
your eyes pass through me, not in focus, not in the zone
i'm not the art kind of beautiful, i'm the beauty that lies there, ignored
my existence is poetry, unnoticed, unaware, invisible to your eyes
and you just keep moving and i stay, i stay, i stay right there”
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“Take the मौका”
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“some days, i'm delicate like daisies;
the other ones, i'm the savage wilderness.
there are moments i feel light like the gentle breeze from the ocean,
then again, there are nights i feel my burden.
i can own my skin, my soul, my style on a couple days of the week,
but somehow, someway, insecurities fill in the gaps of this self love i'm practicing.
and for a few minutes, i feel like i'm drowning under the weight of my sorrows but then i breath and remind this heart - i am, i exist and i matter.”
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the other ones, i'm the savage wilderness.
there are moments i feel light like the gentle breeze from the ocean,
then again, there are nights i feel my burden.
i can own my skin, my soul, my style on a couple days of the week,
but somehow, someway, insecurities fill in the gaps of this self love i'm practicing.
and for a few minutes, i feel like i'm drowning under the weight of my sorrows but then i breath and remind this heart - i am, i exist and i matter.”
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