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another circle again

She was the light of my life
she showed me light
when all I could see was darkness
and gave me a hopes kiss
and promised me that she’d never leave me alone
but she left me alone
maybe I had to atone
for all the sins I did so I made myself as hard as a stone
and I fell for a girl but got broken
and it was a token of sadness for me
then another one came
just to put my sadness to shame
and she made me feel again
but the process was the same
she made a promise of never leaving
but she too must have been deceiving
me and even herself
she helped me heal and her own self
now she is going away too
and I’m sitting here like a mindless buffoon
watching… letting her go
damn I want to slow
the time here but stopping her means stopping
her happiness and cropping
it so I’m gonna let her reach
her happiness
even if it means
that I’d get the shadows kiss
again
#pinch of hope(the poem says it all. She healed the broken me an just as I was about to heal she left leaving me broken as I was…maybe even more broken than I already was but she showed me that a mindless buffoon like me can see the faint ray o hope and reach out so I’m thanking her for that)
#ted (the gaping hole left was very ugly one and she is helping me close it but as it always have been with me, nothing lasts for long and the place where she wants to reach is in a land where I’m forbidden. She has to leave me if she wants to reach there and for her happiness I’m willing to push her there. she too promised me like #pinch_of_hope that she’d never leave me alone again but she has to leave me if she wants to reach her destination.)
-yakaa: jujaan

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