A Float...


Posted on 1st Dec 2020 04:27 pm by rohit kumar

Pen and paper are my tools

To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.

My praises aren't just given, they are earned.

Mistakes don't just happen, they are learned.

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My pen may cut like a knife, but in the end,

Only you can make yourself my friend.

So as I write, carving out my craft,

You may feel cold and it is my words that bring the draft.

Please keep in mind it is not my intention to harm.

I don't want you to sound the alarm.

Perhaps it is my concern for you that keeps us all afloat,

On peaceful waters in a leaking boat.

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When you love and hold me without any fear

Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.

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This is your time

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You used me.

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But the truth is that you used me,

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Let me feel all that I can.

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If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,

painting your rainbows when the rains come.

Dine Destiny

There's none to compare to you,

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I light a torch and hold it high

It shines so bright it lights the sky

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No one truly knows or understands;

You have my heart in your hands.

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Brokenhearted Lover

I loved you,

But you broke my heart.

I should have known

That was your go

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