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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Romance/Love · #1674411
Things may be right for us, but not at the right time.. Positive by negative is still neg.
                      Red Closure

These candles have lost its faintly ablazing flares
Utterly smoldered pain devoided with disdain
Repugnance grew devouring up my mind and soul
Haunting hatred within me deceiving my whole

Never thought that the love we've shared would come to end
Exuberant glances came to dodging faces
Cheated love lifted me above the pitch-blue skies
But that love was the hell that sent me onto lies...

Forgive me if this is not what you want for us
But I just want to end our love what'er it has
Because to seclude myself faraway from you
Is the only reason I found that you don't know

The longer we're to hold on each is not the way,
This keeps me slogging my heart and mind each day
Dazed by the very first moment of acquaintance
Believing that we were meant for only one chance.

You keep on chasing my shadows casting chaos,
Abandoned by the justices that were all yours
Now you're curiously asking me, "Do you love me?"
Well, if only I can tell you, "I don't love you."

But I can't do it--for you love me, I know it.
That reality is but my only regret,
Since the very way to flee from is to forget,
Searing dilemma that entangled righteousness...

I may loved you at first but nothing more sooner
Because this grudge bears bad sorrow growing harder
The frigid hug to detest you is on myself
Which cannot be thawed the longer I see yourself.

Giving up forever would be my memory,
As your face lingers inside my mind's harmony,


Controlled anger and deeper hatred were conceived,
Wishing to return the past when we have not met...

You were the only beacon of my darkest hours,
But you were also the darkness I used to trek.
You were the pain killer of my poignant illness
But you were also the syringe I avenge.

Still, the bulb that glows dingy light reminds me,
The days when I was chipper, relinquished by pang
As this light blinks amidst the road on horizon,
It recalls me of the days I've been in passion.

I've been seeing those trees in the midst of the night,
They are so pliant like the days I used to fight,
It may let the fear to startle my tired face,
Not the way of life that diverges through maze.

Cast deeply into the pit of pastime's exile,
Something is searched fully, yet the thing found is vile,
Still puzzled on what kind of life is to scale,
Till crossroads just intruded and led the wrong way.

Found the dead ends of love, then back to square one.
Too many reasons, too many confusing hoax,
Like when I thought that candles melt for it to spread
The vengeance and hatred were burnt until it fled.

Tomorrow would always be in uncertainty,
Assured to happen, forever in brevity.
Loathsome face of yours, bewildering mind of mine
How can we be a tandem of the fading time?
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