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Different

I was never precious or fragile

I was hardly sweet and often too agile

They complain that I’m too much

Others say I’m not enough, as just such

I would never settle and they just can’t understand

I am not theirs to command

I stand out in a world that is full of the-sameness

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Cup of Tea

I’m sorry I’m not your cup of tea.

I’m not the girl who basks in glory

Over make ups and filtered selfies,

Over feeding your hungry ego so you will like me.

I’m sorry if you think that the trend I follow

Is to go for boys who are shallow

Those whose pride they never swallow

And those who just sit and wallow.

Don’t think for a second that we’re meant to be

See, you’re not my cup of tea.

From Afar

I loved him from afar

Tracing his features, drawing it in the air.

I took note of those gorgeous eyes that at one moment can be so calm

And the next, might spell trouble.

His natural smile and contagious laugh that instantly makes everything fine.

His hair, rugged or kept, makes him no less handsome.

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And then there’s his voice

Smooth, soothing, calm, gentle.

Oh that voice!

I love the way he talks too.

Intelligent, friendly, sometimes awkward

But always a gentleman when he speaks.

Never wanting to hurt or say something bad to others.

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He is the complete package as others would often say

For me, he is a man straight out of a romantic novel I’ve read sometime before.

And though I can only love him from afar,

I know this feeling is anything but fiction.

The stars don’t fall far from the sky

The moon doesn’t eclipse the sun often

I drown on three feet of water

Knowing very well that he is

And will be

The love that I could never have

The Flowers

“Did you like the flowers? “, he asked shyly

I didn’t know how to answer

Flowers were never my thing really

Maybe some tulips would have been better than roses

Chocolates I love but would prefer books anyday

How can I break it to him gently

And say, “these flowers aren’t my thing, but then again, maybe it’s you that I’m not into”

Swept

I was minding my own, not looking around

But when he caught my eye, he caught my heart too

And I got swept away

Carefree

I wonder if I’d ever fall again

I wonder if that will ever come

Right now I am not looking for it

If it will never come, I won’t mind at all

Mr Opposite 

We were always opposite

I liked a mug of coffee

He preferred tea

He fell in love with sunsets

While I’ve aways preferred when it rises

He had charm and talked a lot

I kept quite and observed

He was unsure of me

I was certain of him

And that was the biggest opposite we had

Couldn’t Have

Oh how I loved him!

He would have been my first true love

But he wouldn’t let me

He was the one I couldn’t have 

Love Him

I couldn’t love him for all the love he could give

I could not give him what he wanted

Or longed for
It’s hard to explain

I couldn’t love him for any and all reason

I do not hate him

I simply couldn’t 

And just refused to

The Darkest Tunnel

Find yourself in the Chaos

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