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Strange, how I never saw you

For who you were

And you never saw me

For who I was.

But still.

Your elegant handwriting

Is imprinted in my mind.

Like leaves between the pages

Of a book that was left behind.

But still.

The sounds the keypad made

When I dialled your number

Ring as fresh and familiar

As the rhythm of my heart.

But still.

Your jibes, your taunts,

Your needs, your wants

Get drowned in the memory

Of your tinkling laughter.

Really.

Strange, how time can make

Hell seem beautiful

As if it were viewed through

Rose-tinted glasses.

 

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Phoenix

Crashing dreams,

Crumbling hopes,

Cataclysm raining,

As everything comes to an end.

Squeezed out of life,

Suffocated under broken thoughts,

Struggling to breathe,

What can you do?

Rise from the ashes,

Like a phoenix,

Gold and scarlet,

Bright and burning.

Loyal and faithful,

Like a phoenix,

Steadfast and sturdy,

Head held high.

Why chose to die forever,

When you can rise,

From dead thoughts and hopes,

Like a phoenix?

Inspired by Linkin Park’s Iridescent and Mara Eastern’s Poetry 101 Rehab.