Inside your heart

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Let me be straight,
On the things,
If you ask me,
What I like about you,

First and foremost,
It will be how attractive,
Your personality is,
A fiery but fragile soul,

Then, your appearances,
Others do not see them,
But I see yours,
As perfectly constructed they are,

Whenever I spend more time with you,
The calming aura from you, settled me down,
Making me fell deeper and deeper,
To your arms,

What are all these admiration,
If they were ignored,
And not placed where it truly belongs,
Inside your heart.

But I exploded

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Let me tell you my story,
The story of my day,
The day that can happen to anyone,
Not just me and not just today,

My day started great,
As the sun risen up to greet me,
Giving my morning wishes,
It was more than great,

I texted to the person I care,
They replied and texted back,
Some don’t know I really care,
Some feels the same, close, like a pack,

My working day started as usual,
The work and the staring game with the monitor,
Then came lunch time, better than usual,
I had an awesome meaty lunch as the initiator,

I went home on time,
Using the latest tech available in town,
The journey was smooth and golden dime,
Until a part of it that drag everything down,

Later that night I lost my composure,
Things getting hectic and disastrous,
I have no confidence of myself and unsure,
Of how I am still a time bomb and dangerous,

I let out no voice,
But I exploded.

 

Will You Stop For A While?

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Will you stop for a while,
Come and read mine,
Through each lines,
You will find the words,

As if I am speaking,
Inside your mind,
Using your own voice,
You just realized it,

You continue reading,
After the first and second,
Now you are reading slowly,
The third stanza,

Now you began to wonder,
Where is the message,
What are you reading,
Why you keep on reading,

The answer is simple,
I took your time away.

To be listened

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To write is to express,
The untold emotions,
Be it light as feather,
Or heavy like a boulder,

To express is to convert,
From mind to written,
And then to be read,
In silence or loud,

To read is to listen,
The voice inside,
Hear the scream,
And wake up from the dream,

Here I am a poet,
Writing and expressing,
Converting my thoughts,
To be listened.

Depend who is asking

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I know I am not the type,
With top spectacular style,
Far from the looks of celebrities,
Nor with the wealth,

I am not sure,
What are the qualities in me,
Perhaps I am one with none,
Make sense in a sense,

Will I change,
Depend who is asking.

Understanding and comforting cold

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I looked up,
At the vast cloudy dark sky,
It speaks to me by reflecting,
The unspoken words filled in my heart,

Words to break me again and again,
From inside out,
When your rain falls down,
Telling me to cry along,

Covering my falling tears,
Embracing me tightly,
With your welcoming nature,
Understanding and comforting cold.