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I Wander

I Wander Seeking out your name I wonder If we will ever meet again I surrender To your eternal flame I hinder At the thought of your game I Wander Through rainy streets I wonder If you are still a sight to believe I wonder If you are still alive I Wander Till the moment I die...

Pleading Guilty

It was just so desirable So desirable My heart wore An emblem so heartlessly satirical Walked through streets cold and dark Yet passion could not Spare a spark And in your web of lies I got caught Still I want you To want me There is no sin Nothing worse could happen When you are Pleading Guilty to love An indictment will never be enough There is no excuse No way the words could be misused When I am Pleading Guilty to love A conviction will never be enough You were just so admirable So admirable My palm wore The logo of your name so secular Transfer me to the prison of love And kiss me before I depart I have no idea of what I deserve Afterwards I might burn away the allure from your heart Still I need you To need me...

An Unknown Hero

A teardrop falls on the letter Stains the familiar handwriting- lovely and slender Of his wife, oh, how he had missed her Telling him the good news, the birth of their daughter Someone places a comforting hand on his shoulder It was his dear comrade; like him an army soldier Who knew that his friend's tears were not of happiness But rather, he was drowning in sadness Like they would tomorrow, in blood Never to return. He leaves the grieving man by the camp fire Who was ruing how he had left the heavenly life behind He would have been so happy Together with his family But war had snatched that away What good had it done anyways? Aching for his wife and daughter- who he would never see again He gets up in despair And alongside his sleeping squad, lays down Who were strewn like corpses on the ground. He closes his eyes, his body writhing as he fights the nightmares Incomparable to the bloodshed he would soon face. The world around him was slowly destroyed As b

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The Cold-Blooded Killer

A glob of spit lands at the side of his overturned hat And the beggar looks up to see a grinning man It was the landlord, unfair and cruel Clad in a black, expensive suit Standing over him as if he was a pompous god Who walks away haughtily with his bodyguards. The beggar rises from the shadows Walks towards a shriveled, suffering, old man leaning in the snow Fishes out the coins he had collected from his hat And places it into the old man's frostbitten hand A grateful smile forming on his wrinkled, miserable face. The beggar pulls out a sharp blade Which glints intimidatingly in the moonlight Hungering for the blood of the landlord in sight. He begins to tail the man through the crowd Stalking him like a bloodthirsty hound For he was no beggar He was The Cold-Blooded Killer. The poor young boy sells fishes in the corner Scars cover his innocent face, from the beatings of the father Who had cast him out yelling gruffly To earn money for the family He hadn

Saddened

Saddened, Saddened by the lies Saddened, Saddened by the alibis Saddened, Saddened by the cries Could my eyes get any wetter? The flow of my dreams Emitted in multiple streams No wonder I do not know what reality really means For hopeless romance I am a trendsetter Still nobody knows about You and me And about Our untold love story Yet nobody knows about You and me And about Our bold love story Half-asleep, half-awake How many pills did you take? How many emotions did you fake? That even God has forsaken you Broken, broken hearts Into tiny, tiny parts A qualm never to be justified by words Even passion failed to awaken you Still nobody knows about You and me And about Our untold love story Yet nobody knows about You and me And about Our bold love story...

Looking Out The Window

I look out the window of my gloomy room At the kids playing in the late afternoon 'Rowdy' and 'Hooligans', my parents would say And would order me to stay away I watch as they play a game of football By the beautiful sport I'm enthralled I had always wanted to be a footballer But my dreams are confined to the football jersey I currently wear Since my parents felt it was a waste, to my dismay. They stop as a car parks in a neighbouring driveway And out steps an elderly man Who attempts to carry his heavy bags with his feeble hands The kids- including the small toddler watching from the side- rush to help him And on his aged face forms a wrinkled grin After they finish, he offers them some money seeing as they worked so much But they only thank him for his offer leaving me and the old man touched For the first time, I begin to doubt my parents words The 'hooligans' were out there, changing the world Doing what I had been told to do my whole

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