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Redder than any Rose

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Oh, how you let a man yearn Cause his heart to burn Without even trying Oh, how you tempt a man into your life How you exempt a man from your life Without even crying Your beauty radiates It glows further luminous than the moon Falls down harder than the monsoon Your beauty radiates Brighter than the sun Makes every guy's head turn Oh, how your eyes gaze into my soul How your complexion makes me whole Is above me Oh, how your lips are Redder than any Rose How is our story still untold? May be because you don't truthfully love me Your beauty radiates It awakens the heavens You make all the angels your servants Your beauty radiates It makes me feel alive Hypnotizes me into thinking I'll never die And how I'm caught up in those eyes of yours Even after death we could be lovers If only you'd love me too And how you are my every sunset Your words would truly be heaven-sent If you'd only not let them hurt me too...
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The Theory of Imagination

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I always used to believe that when we imagined something, we became gods. Gods of our own universe far far away where we could do whatever we wanted. Where there could be castles made of bacon, rivers flowing with nutella and where pain didn't exist. Well that meant that I was also simply an idea of someone just like me. But then it hit me, that no matter how hard I tried, there was always something that distracted me from my imagination and the world that I thought of disintegrated, not to dust but to absolute nothingness. Poof, just gone. That meant that all our ideas were unstable. I could sit still in a quiet place for the rest of my life, use all my brain power and yet there was always something that distracted me and destroyed my universe. Plus all our ideas were too similar to the world. We cannot imagine colours that do not exist on the pallet of colours in the world, we cannot imagine things that are not made of matter. But the world itself, in which we live, has always b...
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Slender

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Note:  Slender - (of a person or part of the body) gracefully thin. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder And in hers I am lost As she moved her hair across the shoulder Only then I realized her amour has a priceless cost She tells me life is beautiful And my notion begins to wonder She shows me faraway paths so bountiful And my steps start to wander The dame is the dawn Sun speaks the name The orb can continue to taunt Stubborn is the flame Her light is a splendor Stars glimmered across her bedroom window Her sight is an odor Where her almonds lure me I shall shadow To her no man shows temper Aggressiveness is just a spectacle Their knees always linger This showcase is typical Home is where the heart is A saying so true She is where the art is I have been struck too soon When she observes anon my gaze is lowered Restraint is a noble feat Superior castles I have never towered Pliancy is under her feet Oh how my soul inclines to hinder At her sub...
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The Girl Who Cried Love

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The Girl Who Cried Love Will you not make some with me? You are the modern epitome of cuteness Spare a little for me Share with me your body And I shall lend my dreams By surprise your smile caught me In visions hitherto unseen Forgive my lust Honor my crush For I have never slept With a beauty as such The Girl Who Cried Love Will you not cry my name tonight? As I tug on your hair And then retire our bed to write...
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Monotonous Existence

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Note:  About a couple who repeat the same tasks every day and can't end their boring cycle. Emotions feel unbalanced Each day is too similar That even non-sense timings make sense And the farthest destination is not that far Life does not become any easier Romance is all but a lie My past needs an eraser All I react with is a sigh Getting tired so tired Of being lied - being lied to Can't just hide in this shell Getting desired so desired You are being lied - being lied to This is just a Monotonous Existence Love was always so carefree Now I touch your skin but I can't feel Maybe the grass isn't that green Forever alone behind a lonesome shield Break down the wall Let us live like we used to No matter how hard we fall It's better than being lied - being lied to Nothing to give for Our Titanic has sunk in an emotionless ocean Die in this alone world This meaningless Existence Instead of pretending ...
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Warmth

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Keep me warm in the evening The winter speaks to me Telling me that I am not alright That you are the one I need I do require something A kiss, a hug or even a little cuddling You are my everything We can embrace without actually touching Stay with me on this bed From dusk till dawn I would rather be caught dead With you on Let me feel your Warmth Taking over my body The temperature suddenly becomes hot As you are literally covering me...
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Longing

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Oh, how I long for your touch It's hurting my heart too much In your craze I crave Fallen in love but it feels like being trapped inside a grave And I found out I was in  love with you When you woke my hope anew So how long will you prolong my Longing? Until we turn old and wither How long will you provoke my absence of belonging? Leave out all the misery and come hither I've wanted you for as long as I can remember Since the scorching heat of Dubai till its mildly cold weather People argue where heaven is All I know it begins with a celestial kiss Your lips have a pinkish tone Whenever I see them my fear is long gone You are a glorious sight Though I doubt you know what die-hard romance is like And I found out I was in love with you When I felt nothing now remained blue So how long will you prolong my Longing? Until we turn old and wither How long will you provoke my absence of belonging? Leave out all the misery and come hither How much can a ma...
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Looking Out The Window

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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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