You can use your hands to hit me
You can use your hands to violate me
But you can never use your hands to break my spirit
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Bitterness
The warmth of your words
Cannot melt my heart
As all I can see
Is the coldness in your eyes
Dashed Hopes
I cried my heart out
In hope that you will return
Not realising
You were never mine
How would you return?
Inspiration
You inspire me
To not do anything
That you have done
Complete Being
They say two people make a complete being
But…what if
I feel a complete being on my own
Dolls vs. Guns
So mother dear
You want to raise me as a boy
And not let me play with the dolls
Would you rather not have me play with dolls
Than with real guns
The morning kiss
I toss and turn in the bed all night
Unaware…that I have been missing you the whole time
Now that I am awake
But unwilling to open my eyes
Waiting for the morning kiss from you
Only to realise
That there is no more of you
Still
I am unwilling to open my eyes
Waiting for the morning kiss
If not from you
Then from someone new
History
While I toss and turn
The pages of my history book
Reading about the glories of the war and the great warriors
I wonder
Why mother always asks us to maintain peace
I fail to understand
How would I make history by being peaceful
A better place
Promise me mother
That you will not cry
When I die
As you always tell me
Death takes people to a better place
