Poetry

My Empty Space

For the millionth time of my rhyme, I’ll forget you, in a lightyear or two.

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Poetry

Half of Me

Will you comfort her, love her, honour her and keep her in sickness and in health?

For your other half is to be love and to be cherish.

A decision to unite two hearts is not meant for the foolish.

So, what’s your solemn vow before I hand this heart I’m holding now.

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Poetry

Her New Cheer

He stopped her fears from turning into tears,
And made her realise the light she still had, even after all of her dark years.

For He had always kept her near,
To give her the happiness that she rightfully deserve.

And maybe that will be her new cheer,
To keep striving to be with the beloved of her Creator.

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Poetry

Never Yours

They said making dua for the people you love is the purest kind of love. I hope you know you’re in my prayers tonight, and always.

For to be only yours, I begged and prayed.

But what’s left is the price the heart had paid,

For filling it with something that could fade.

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