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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 25, 2016

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Submitted: May 25, 2016




We sacrificed pages and pages of poetry,

Just to cry for the night.

We sacrificed  time in all its glory,

Just to be a servant of the past.

We ran and kissed in the rains in cemeteries of lost hope and faith.

We spoke about the idealisms of the universe,

And all those things which did not stop strangling us to death,

Even after we had died a long time back.

We fought over the night's depression,

Just to find out its always me,

It was always me,

And it will be always me.

We did not stop spilling our spirits,

Onto the floor covered with mud and footprints,

Some of which screamed for oblivion.

And even in this future its the past all over again.


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