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Settle down

Found a home fleetingly

Left it unhesitatingly

People advised me to settle down

So I settled down with this dream of being free

People told to dream of a future

So I dream of a future where

I look back at my past and

Know I lived in the present

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Broken hearts

All love stories that come to an end,

Bitten sleeves, broken hearts, bitter ends.

They seem infinite and tangent one day,

Dead-ends and elusive the next.

A heart more broken than the other,

Some eyes redder, glazed,

But pain has never been fair.

These broken hearts must know a place,

To lick your wounds, hide the scars,

Open gashes, closed mouths.

That place must be magic,

A pillow to dry your tears,

Memories to warm your soul,

A potion to erase them all.

So where do these broken hearts go?

To look for another chance;

For fresh starts and new hearts,

Same dramas with different parts,

Days-of-old stories, new laughs,

Scary stakes, staunch cards,

I want to go too.

Hazy

Hello people! This is my latest note and I hope you like it. Please let me know if you would like me to write about something in particular. I would love to hear from you! – N.S.

I’ve gotta stop doing this

Wasting away as the time stretches

But life seems a bit better

When it’s hazy around the edges

 

Woke up in a strange bed

Panic in my bones setting in

Sheets smell like lavender

Unlike the safe night-old gin

 

I’ve gotta stop doing this

Wasting away as the time stretches

But my days get a bit better

When it’s hazy around the edges

 

Broken glasses, dirty bottles

Her love was never mine to keep

Elegance never was her forte

Dripping in whiskey too cheap

 

She should’ve stopped doing this

Wasting away as the time stretches

She said she loved me a bit better

When it’s hazy around the edges

Still remain

Hey! This has been a rather long break, and I apologize. I hope you like this one and let me know what you think! – N.S.

Your head in my lap, my hands in your hair

My book forgotten on the sunny grass

That summer was the first of many ends

The end of sunny days, the end of us

 

The rains wash away the memories

But the stains refuse to leave

The winds blow away the images

But the imprints still remain

 

You started losing your hair

While I lost the love of my life

Tried looking for you everywhere

In the bitter ghost who was left behind

 

I wish I was a looking glass instead of a mirror

Stories of could-be’s, would-be’s and shall-be’s

Instead of things that are, ought-to and will-be

No matter how hard we try to believe

 

The rains washed away the memories

But the stains refused to leave

The windows blew away the images

But the imprints continue to remain