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To The One(s) Who Didn’t Love Me Back

*Disclaimer: This work is partly fiction.*

When I was 5,
I didn’t think about love.
All I knew was that I looked forward
To seeing you every day at school
And playing together during recess.

When I was 13,
I was peer pressured into love.
I was lost in tales of ‘unconditionally’;
Everyone seemed to have their ‘One’ but not I.
You looked into my eyes, into my despair.
I fell for you; you did not.

When I was 14,
I told everyone about you.
Yes, I was crazy about you.
I got teased; I got ignored.
I felt ugly, unloved.
Never, I will never tell again.

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Burnt And Cold: A Poem

                                                                             Burnt and Cold
                                                                       Consumed         Timber
                                                                Heartless                       Soul
                                                            In My Tomb  
                                                           And Hers                    Nonsense Lies
                                                             Happy                                    Mess
                                                                 Is Unknown                   To You
                                                                   Anger
                                                                      Hatred
                                                                          And Only                Never
                                                                             Faith Maybe              She
                                                                                 But Hope            Is Gone
                                                                                      All Lost
                                                                                          To Die
                                                                                              In Her Arms    Lies
                                                                                                  Or Mine        To Me
                                                                                                         Turns Away.

By D. Kwong Waye

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A Two-Faced Heaven

I’m slowly getting back to blogging after an awesome weekend at the Tamassa hotel, and I’m soon getting back to visiting your blogs.🙂

Meanwhile, here’s a poem of mine that I wrote not too long ago, which basically on the idea that perfection doesn’t exist, not even in Heaven.

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A Two-Faced Heaven

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The doors to Heaven open to a white light

Blinding; angels of perfection

Pouring a liquor of bliss and bright

Pride into our hearts and soul.

Some great expectation

And excellence is believed to be in our control.

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