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She left his heart roaming with no regards
And her cold farewell cut deep into his core.
He loved her in full yet reaped a deck of shards
That spelt out a broken heart, nothing more.
His friends see weakness in his tender state
And their words like spicules spike his sleepy soul.
With a smile, he masks his wounds that seal his fate
But has lost his circle and has been left less whole.
The world casts stones at his every move
Unseen the scars that mar his every thought.
They judge in haste his broken groove
Not knowing it is the hurt that life has brought.
He walks on a lonely bridge beneath the moon’s pale night
And his heart, like a ship adrift at sea, is seeking for a new light.
The sun shall hide soon
Beauty as my moon pie shines
Eclipse of my heart
When you think about it,
death is weird.
In a split second,
all activity halts.
All that you have done
and ever planned is frozen

Forever.

Those plans and dreams remain hidden
in your dark, cold brain and your supine body.
Everything about you comes to an end,
except in the minds
of those who hold memories of you,
which, with time, will innately be forgotten
and won't matter anymore.

You... Cease... To... Exist...

And life goes on for the living,
without you,
like nothing ever happened.
Imagine being proud
to celebrate Independence Day
when every decision you make
as the leader of the country
is dictated by foreign hands.
Your sovereignty is
literally compromised
by external influences.
Yeah, freedom.
How ironic!
My heart aches because
I'll never see you again
Except in memories
Losing someone to the cold hand of death hurts especially when it's hard to forget the memories you shared together.
It takes so much self-awareness, inner strength, and confidence
to recognize, accept, and embrace your insecurities.

And when you finally do,
fear and self-hate have nothing on you;
it paves the path toward self-love
and personal growth without the fear of others judging.
When I look into the sky,
Its beauty reminds me:
There’s God.
Even when the stars are hidden
Deep in the clouds
And the wind is quiet,
I know He lives.
When the night breeze
Whispers softly into my ears,
I believe He’s with me.
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