To be loved

To be loved is a compliment

Take it as a gift

And return it as a treasure

 

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Ever lasting love

The sparks turn to ashes

Makes me wonder

If that is what ever lasting love means

Hero

He died once

In a battle

And he is proclaimed a hero

I die

Every single day

And I am proclaimed a coward

Freedom

You promised to hold my hand 

But I didn’t knew 

That it was a promise 

To hold my freedom too

Scar

There is a story behind every scar

Whether it is on the skin

Whether it is on the soul

Forbidden Fruit

To me

You are just a boy

But to your mother

You are a forbidden fruit

Which she chose to taste

To me

You are just a boy

But to your mother

You are her treasure

Flying high

We were flying high in the sky

And when the alcohol wore off

We fell with a thud on the ground

And then it struck me

It was just me

And not we

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