Cherry Blossom

I thought that loneliness was a safe place to hide away and isolate myself from strangers with stories still untold, but I met you.
When I met you, your eyes were a densely packed thick book waiting to be read and understood.
Some people called me a madman, others called me stupid, while many didn't even bat an eye, I pursued to read you with all my heart and understand your side of the story.
As time goes by, I started to understand you. Little by little, you showed me the things that ruined you, you told me about your lines that felt like out of place.
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He wrote about the people around him.
Friends that would call on him on their sad days, yet leave him on his.
Crushes that would bring his city down to crumble, leaving him in a state of ruin.
The person he once loved, that he thought loved him back, but he spent too long waiting for her to utter the words he wanted to hear but it never came.
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He was already insane even without the long intervals of horrible sanity.
He did things that he would soon later regret and things he didn't do and would also regret.
In his troubling times, there was no one to accompany him, even in small dosages, yet he found loneliness as the safest place and stayed there for a prolonged period of time.
People noticed his strange behavior, they told him to talk and said that they would listen, but when every time his mouth opened to speak of his teething troubles they would walk away slowly and leave him.
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He would always ask himself over and over again, 'What did I do to deserve this? '
He thought he would find the answer in a stiff drink, a box of nicotine, or a lifeless screen that consumed most of his hours, leaving his mind in disarray and hindering proper function.
He suspected that he deserved this for being dumb, naive, and too comfortable as his life slowly crumbled before him.
During daylight, he would wear a smile and exude lively energy visible to others.
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I sat here waiting for your call that would never arrive.
I shouldn't have looked at you, I should've let the moon and stars take away my eyes from you so that I wouldn't fall for you.
I shouldn't have loved you so intensely that I felt like dying every night just to give you space.
I realized that our lack of communication hasn't affected you, but it has taken a great toll on me.
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The day he left her remained vivid in his mind as if the words he never thought he would utter were etched into their conversation.
She asked him if he would die for her, and he responded with unwavering confidence, declaring, 'Even if granted eternal life, I would refuse it, for a life without you is akin to death itself.'
He wasn't accustomed to heavy drinking, but now, everything had changed. Every night, he found solace in a bar, always seated alone at a table meant for two.
The bar provided an escape for his mind and a release for his troubled heart. Amidst the intoxication, he allowed himself to ponder the haunting question: 'Was I the best she ever had? '
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In the realm of wild nights and neon lights, a story unfolds, filled with daring delights.
'Don't Threaten Me with a Good Time, ' they say, an anthem of mischief, where inhibitions sway.
A toast to the adventures that lie ahead, with hearts on fire and no regrets to dread.
The night beckons with its seductive allure, promising thrills where inhibitions endure.
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Being alone in your own house in haunting.
You sit there alone in front of the television reminiscing the person that sat down with you before that's nowhere to found.
You'd sleep alone in a two sized person bed; the emptiness you feel when moving around makes you remember that you used to sleep with somebody that's not there anymore.
You'd eat alone in a table for two, drinking hot coffee yet still feeling cold, eating a hearty meal but your hearts in pieces, you remembered the person that ate together with you, but they aren't here anymore.
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The call of night to fool around and forget my problems is sublime.
The moonlight shining on me is relaxing.
My eyes get caught between the two-faced sides of the neon light.
Midnight takes me far away from the bumbling noise of the city, with bloodshot eyes I listen to the lullaby for grown-ups.
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I wonder how it feels for the poem to be written and thought well off by the poet.
I wonder how the painting feels to be admired and mesmerized after being drawn by the painter.
I wonder how the smartest always gets recognized and not the smart.
I wonder how the comforted feel after being comforted by the comforting.
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It was many days ago when I fell for those brown colored eyes, your sweet smile, your long curly black hair flowing with the cold gentle breeze.

I was in a daze for days, for your cold staring gaze was there to kill my heart and bring it simply back to life with your sweet genuine smile.
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I bathed in the silence of the room, reminiscing memories of us, you looked so beautiful in white, yet I tainted it with red. your skin cold to touch, you looked pale as the moonlight. Satan's coming for me yet I have accepted his invite six feet below, I don't have no soul that's why I have no fear. Been restless this past few nights I can feel your soul sleeping besides me, my conscience keeping me awake for night. why'd I have to kill you?
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It was many decades ago, in heaven
She was an angel that came down,
Packed her things and was raring to go,
With her angelic voice, serpent like hair that slithers in the wind, her opal colored eyes showing calmness and a sanctuary for the lost souls to rest at ease and open up.
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Screams of never-ending agony killed the ghost-quiet night, the teary eyed stars watched as two lives were lost under their supervision, the moon held back its tears for it can't do anything but accept the fact that he is only a spectator.

He was clothed in pure darkness yet it was slowly being consumed by the spreading tint of red that ran down his head, his hands were occupied by his lifeless bride that was covered in roses due to an accident they didn't expect.
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It was many moons ago, in a window by the sea, she was sitting in silence and was doused in the pale moonlight, the peaceful entrance of the cherry blossoms into the room it brought along the frigid breath of the cold, mysterious night.

The angels observing from above, watching with envy of my beautiful Isolde, they folded the heavens making it into a starless and dark sky, crashed the peaceful heavens creating cackling and roaring thunder and lightning that shocked my beautiful Isolde.
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It was at summer twilight when their eyes intertwined, they met at the cliff that the moon served in a silver platter.
Their hands danced as soon as they touched, their bodies shivered from the blistering clod blown by the Old Wind, they bathed in silence and was covered with blooming hyacinth flowers.
The cold summer breeze blew into their souls leaving them frozen in place as time moves on without them.
The night was killed by the rising sun, yet they remained.
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You see the wonder within her that nobody else saw.
You both came from different sides of the story, just like the sunrise and moonlight and you arrived at the mountain you were climbing to the peak.
He'll hold your hand through the dark times and he will lift your sorrows with the hand that will hold you tight.
Your cups will never be empty for both of you will be each other's wine.
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I wandered lonely as a shadow.
Looming over everyone with dread and angst drawn all over my face.
Everything was engulfed with darkness that one could see the abyss with the naked eye.
But everything changed since I met your coffee-colored eyes that day.
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I'm letting go.
you said that with a straight face and your things are already packed.
You were everything I ever wanted but it seems like time has declined.
Destiny was bust at the time that it forgot we weren't meant to be together.
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As I pondered through the night weak and weary, I remembered your warm embrace despite the midnight air being cold and dreary.
The somber eventide heavens were full of flickering stars that reminded me of your once glimmering eyes that looked at me in a way no one ever did; I have met lot of eyes but I got lost in yours.
The lone light post standing in the never-ending darkness giving off its own flickering light that outshined the stars, as I stood below the light post I could hear it's the never-ending hum buzz of its light that reminded me of your whispers that tormented me every night.
We used to spend our time together under the somber eventide surrounded by the blinding city lights and the cold evening breeze where I lost you.
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