In the season of springtime noon,
I came out and chose to bloom.
The petals of mine gleam in the sun's rays,
the butterflies seem to find their ways
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Your alluring beauty,
My chaotic thoughts
Your glinting eyes
And my touched heart
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Fear
The haunting void frightens me,
while the murk of night screams so loud.
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With a heart full of mess, I went to that building where I once went for solace.
The walls have turned incongruous in a flick of time,
Yet they seem to have cemented in them all our memories.
Within the confines of the walls, I heard my friends' laughter.
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This body of mine craves perfectionism; you are the perfection.
This heart of mine desires Zeal; you are the enthusiasm.
This mind in me needs harmony; you are the peace.
This soul in me is obsessed; you are the obsession.
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At the table, present our favorite dish with fairy lights
Adorned with the grace of dedication so bright
I sat in the chair, opposite the girl I was
A victim of ignorance she once was
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These wild, lumbering thoughts of you, picked from the constellation of my heart, are no crime.
I defer to the falsehood and open the gate for you like a sentinel, for this is no crime.
What if these restless butterflies in me want to flank the flower of you? For I am not doing any crime.
When I leaf through the pages of my album and pause at your crinkled smile, no crime is committed.
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There's a parasite in my brain
Slowly engulfing my nerves.
It seems to have been tangled itself,
How can I solve my own terms?
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What a random Wednesday to write,
A pen and a book in my hand, with the sun so bright.
Trying to chase the imagery from the depth of my thoughts,
I have a voracious curiosity about you-that's all I've got.
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