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Priya Dahiya

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

5 poems·Since March 2018

I am not a Sunday morning inside four walls with clean blood and organized drawers. I am the hurricane setting fire to the forests

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It all begin with a Wrong Call

March 11, 2018

It all began with a wrong call To a friend that was known for long He was like a star on a midnight sky And like a wind that I cannot tie You gave the green sign of likeness And I was high

It happened so fast I hope these good things last And now the secret was hard to hide My heart is jeering from inside Once for all I gotta let you know That my insane heart just can't let you go

Your promise made me bliss That you will be by my side now and forever Saying you love me with that look in your eyes And that was a cold hearted lie They all said love is blind But i had only you on my mind

For the few laughs and smiles and the jokes and the care That I wished so wholeheartedly would always be there Seeing you with her just blow my mind I thought you loved me, but that's just another lie

Nights with no sleep A reality that hurt so deep Now what to do? What to say? Only silence throughout the day

My heart questioned What did she have, That I didn't? But loneliness lurked in the bottom of my soul He will never understand the extent of my love

Did I ask for so much? I'm sorry, I loved you so much.

As I sit here thinking about you My face is wet with tears past due You just left with millions of why With a silence pain, you will never feel And a broken hurt that will never heal

It hurt so deep just like a knife But wounds heal and I will go on with my life Years from now wherever I will be I will laugh and remember where I got hurt the most By someone that I had almost!!!

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