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Write it out for me.

I look back,
so much time has past,
I start to remember,
the wrong path...

What I have done,
Has made me who I am,
What I have done,
Has left me with what I have.

It hurts to remember,
The silly mistakes,
Which have risen so vividly,
Within the scars of my heart.

His mistakes,
resemble mine,
to such an extent,
that I try to forget.

You dig through,
the pages of my memory,
and penetrate deep within,
the golden departure.

And yet, one thing keeps me hanging,
within this thin line,
that I have lived by,
One thing keeps me alive.

A smile comes upon my soul,
and I fly away in peace,
knowing that my mistakes,
Are lessons which will never cease.

Lessons of life,
Which have taught me how to live,
Lessons of life,
which everyone has to live.

So don't close your eyes,
and tremble.
Close them, and wait,
Because the colors of life
Will return.

As you blink again,
you notice that despite your mistakes,
It is your friends,
that truly have not left.

With this in mind,
I close this open novel,
Leaving the unanswered pages,
For another heart.

I leave the blank sheets,
For the future to write,
I leave the future,
in the hands of unused ink.

Have this pen,
and write these pages,
because your future,
is not determined,
because your future,
is a blank page,

A blank page,
Waiting to be written,
By tender hands and a pen,

A blank page,
Waiting to be written,
By you.

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Heck I've gone mute,
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that could emphasize the prolonged
dream of a typeface, the letters were blank.

It was always that way,
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We stop pinching ourselves and assume
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Click

"Click".

It switched.
Unequivocally different.
Through those hardships
We finally turned around.

Perhaps reflections and glimmers
Gave us sight when we could not claim
But the panoramic put the shimmer
To shame.

Thank you.
In this brilliance we rose
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drifts away in prose

For every detail and every insight
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Let us speak for it is time
To mark this audacity in rhyme.

Although subtle
The cues went noticed
The portrait tact
And yet somehow,
Obtruded.

But lets digress from these colors
Let the light paint our shadow
For the steps keep calling
with a subtle vibration

We know its time.

Let me get hurt.

Let me sit here,
Let me feel the drops,
As my heart shatters,
and your shadow drifts away.

Let us get confounded,
Let us mix emotions,
Pour them all into a melting pot,
Pour them all into a blurry past.

I want to look back,
and know that I have felt,
I want to look back and know,
That I have loved.

Because from the pain,
and from the tears,
and from the painful nights,
that I shivered through,

There were the nights,
that you held my hand,
and gave me warmth,

There were the nights,
where it was only us awake,
in the whole wide world,
It was only us who felt love.
Let me believe that it was all true,

Let my tears be for the moments that I miss,
and not for the moments that I did not live.

Let me get hurt, because only then,
will I have lived.

Let me get hurt, because only then,
will I have loved.