Do.

‪Nothing diminishes anxiety faster than action. 

– Walter Anderson‬

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Old.

Memories are cages

Trapping our souls,

Holding on to our ages

And the people old and bold.

Those that survive,

We’ll be laughing ’til there are tears;

Those that didn’t,

They’ll be part of a past so queer.

True.

I know you are the one,

‘Cause whatever questions my heart asked,

Yours answered.

There was no fear,

There was no abuse.

I know when you are near,

I know that, finally, you are one that is true.

Fake.

He said I’m cold,

But he made a mistake.

It’s a blow,

The things said were fake.

It has taken a toll,

The past has been raked.

I don’t know,

How long it’s going to take.

But don’t let that doubt grow,

For goodness sake.

I’m not cold,

And I’ve no hate.

Please let him know,

Before decisions are made.

‘Cause when I go

Through the exit gate,

It’ll be three hours or so,

To the relationship’s wake.

Primary.

Color me yellow,

If you see the bellows turn mellow.

Color me red,

If you see anger and is not afraid.

Color me blue,

If you see a solemn soul that is true.

Color me beautiful,

If you can take all yellow, red and blue.

Disregard.

Worn down facade,

Wall paint like feelings — they fade.

Her happiness,

He thwarted.

Her birthday,

He disregarded.

He wrote her a card,

But there was no cake.

He thought long and hard,

And said,

“It’s time to part —

A decision I’ve made.”

She’s scarred.

4 years less than a decade.

So dead in her heart,

But alive in her head.

Garden.

Be not like a flower —

It expires when it withers.

Perhaps be like creepers —

Undying and unrelentless.

Or maybe be like water —

Adaptable and renews in cycles.

Last.

Hold me tight and don’t let go,

But they say, “Easy come and easy go.”

He may write a heartfelt card,

He may vow, “Till death do us part.”

But it’s not about who stays or who parts,

It’s about who stays till the last of my heart.

Take Me Back.

A smile that blazes,

Sweet like sugar glaces.

It was not when I see you dressed,

That I realised your nakedness.


Your prolong gazes,

Like bolts from tasers.

They send me to places,

Like those with ming vases.

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