Stains of Blood

Paint me with ignorance, Because I love that pain I get. I’m addicted to it as much, As I am addicted to you. You’re always forgiven.   Paint me with hatred, And I would still look, Into those brown eyes, Which are those like pools of honey, Seen through

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A friend for life.

Sometimes I look at you, Not taking off that gaze, Upon you I place my sight.   Just to think, How fortunate and blessed I am, To have a friend like you. To have someone to care about.   We could hangout, All day long watching, Watching the streets glow, From

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The Writers

Their life is hard, As hard as bonded super glue. But in the meantime, It is also the sweetest. They melt your whole self, Neither with heat, Nor with fire, But with words of thoughts. They get inspired, By nature. They get distracted, By stature. They get obsessed, By

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