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Although I present with a face that is young,
my soul has aged gracefully in front of my eyes .
A pair of eyes I wish to carry with me
until the day I pass to the side
where he lies. That is
how we were
able to
recognise.
I miss him, day by day like the stars miss the presence of the moon.
But the stars know they will rendezvous, again.
It gives me faith that we'll be reunited.
My love for him is ephemeral.
It ripens through the
seasons.

You can only mourn the death of a body for a few moments
then you must move on. For each span of life is shortly lived.
Some may look at death as the end of a lifetime
well spent, but I see it as another peaceful decent.
Into the perimeters of the deep unknown,
that's where I will be, but not alone.
He'll be by my side till forever runs out of lust.

Life occurs through a series of chances; allow them to occur.
Otherwise, you will despise interfering with
mother nature herself.
I learnt this the hard way,
so I'd advise you
to take note.

His eyes were the centre of my solar system.
His smile was the crack of my dawn.
His love was the reason I'm still breathing.
His existence made mine that much bearable.
If there is such a thing as a compatible soul
he was and will always be mine.
I guess one wish, I would be
hopeful that could never be
fulfilled, would be.
Could I be
given the
opportunity
to say goodbye.

To all those I've been blessed to love.
Without your presence, I would of choked, on the venom that
I, myself produced.
Outside the casing
Of my heart.
I knew that
I would
hurt
Someone.
But I never expected to hurt myself.

Promises are made to be broken, they gain more significance after they've been broken, by the ones you assumed you could trust. No matter the repercussions, I've learnt who I can trust.

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