Mirakee
Back again
I walked away
Knowing I was exhausted
And worn out
From trying to deal with you
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But something I thought dead
Keeps tugging me
Back to you
And I don't know
What to feel.
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11w
Sometimes I do things, for myself.
Even when it's with someone else.
So don't always assume that I'm doing it for them. Or you. Or somebody else.
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11w
What is it with my hands
That it feels so cold
I cannot feel at all?
Is it something to do with my heart
That's not just cold but old
That has begun to crawl?
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12w
One morning I woke up and realised that all my dreams were futile if I didn't work hard and go through all the process.
That was the day I started walking towards my dream.
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12w
Woke up from my nap
And a dream
That left my heart broken.
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12w
To dream a dream
I wish the dream wasn't just a dream!
The dream was too good to be true that I hoped, even in my dreams, that the dream wasn't just a dream.
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13w
Sometimes I read through my diaries
And think,
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Read my verses and go,
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13w
Dear Friend
I hope I never placed you
In a position
Where you felt uneasy
To share your thoughts with me.
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Because my friend,
What's a friend
With whom you cannot share?
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13w
But I don't want to be ordinary.
I don't want to be a speck of dust
Or the passing wind
Or a flick of the hair
Or the blink of an eye
Or the flowing water
Or anything that passes
As swift as time that flies.
I want to leave a mark,
Something timeless,
And phenomenal.
Is that too much to dream of?
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14w
Attached
I am tied to a tree
A strong one
With roots in strong ground.
I am pulled into another
A strong one
With roots as deep as it can be under.
I am torn
In between ropes
Of truths and lies
And attachment.
And I cannot find myself
For I am battered
And tired
Of being tied and pulled
By winds of changes
And all things unstable.
©the_venting_poet
