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i may not have

expensive flowers 

no sweets to give

wrapped in shiny, golden paper

nor cards that would play melodies

the moment it opens

all i have for you

is this battered heart

scarred from all the world would throw

it may not be much

it may not be the prettiest of sights

but rest assured

it belongs to you

and no one else’s

untitled no.4

these excuses

that we find

to be free

never to take responsibility

nurture others

with wisdom

with charity

compassion

your moral values

excuses

“i’ve given my best”

applied all i know thus

poured to its brim

that may not suffice

when all she need

is someone

to reach out

to tell her

you screwed up

bigtime

to puncture the offline sign

disengage

disconnect

all that is of worth

everything

all that we hoped for

shall perish

disengage

all that is dear

those that we had

built, established

be weary

be ready

always

to leave all of it behind

disconnect

to all of these

down the drain

away it goes

floating on air

like silent whispers

ever wandering heart

perched forever in bliss

endlessly trapped

from this lonesome array

plight of the unsung

we…

the ones hidden

in shadows

we…

the ones 

that never exists

the workers for a cause

in a battle

we’re never concerned

standing weary

on your frontlines

we…

the ones with

all the burden

with our names

no one shall remember

a statistic

in their glorious victory

we who had won the war

never will be known

Ode to my rainbows and sunshines

Even if you say it upfront, even if I have said it a dozen times, whether you acknowledge it or not, even when we know it wouldn’t work either ways, a heart belongs to you for the wrong reasons, I’m looking right and wanting to look left…. never would it wither. What I said stands. A piece of this heart belongs to you anyway