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Come Back Again

Come back again  Let it pain While the rain drops  Scatter over insane We meet at the same lane Where no one looks  At our eyes for each other  Where no one takes Away our silence that talks to one another  Come back again  I promise won't ask you to stay Won't ask questions that mess up the way We dress up for the play And pretend all day I keep listening whatever you have to say I keep failing to understand  And you keep explaining it on demand  *pics courtesy - Pinterest Profile - Catarina Teixeira

Marks

A mark at the corner..
Words from a loner.
An imaginary kiss from a goner..
Glimpses of childhood.
A sketch on the stone wall..
Gripping you from a steady fall.
The broken call..
A known voice seeps in.
Wounded knee oozing pain..
The running past a haunted lane.
The warmth the ease..
A jumping trail and crowd galore.
A pat the spat..
A never ending look at that.
With life turning flat.
Mad yet glad..
At the ways we had.
Marks light up..
Carving pathways.
To keep walking until..
those marks stay buried..
Deep inside our souls.

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