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My Final Everything
Today was unbearable,
or so I had thought,
Until I saw you,
and,
you were nothing plain,
or extraordinary either,
But you alone in that worn out blouse was enough to make me forget-
that 24 weeks left written in my life span was dreadful.
In the still of this quiet evening,
however
my smile died,
and I was suddenly terrified.
Your beauty was more than your still gaze,
Or even your red cheeks.
Or your two lips,
that shut a tight line.
The breathtaking pink carnations in front of you,
Twirled on in the summer breeze,
spared no thoughts to you.
But I did.
And so I thought,
If seasonal flowers die after their time has come.
What more mere beings.
We are, after all, God’s creations.
And in every beginning, there is bound to be an ending.
I gave up counting,
And focused more on what to give.
There is time-
There is dreams.
There is sufferings-
There is anger.
And there is regrets, told and untold,
hated, and loved.
But what I wanted to do -
is that
I want to give you
all of my final piece.
All of my time,
dreams,
sufferings,
anger,
And regrets too-
all of it-
to a girl whose name I did not know.
The night finally fell,
And I was never this illuminated.
I would come back to the flower garden,
Where I first lay eyes on you,
where hope meant more than luck.
And then there will be no more regrets,
And then there will be only tears.
If I hurt you,
it won’t matter.
Because,
By being this selfish,
I have given my everything to you.
This is my first
To feel longing of a new day.
I close my eyes,
thinking of your sad eyes that never looked at me.
And in my wishful dream,
I have no ending.
And neither do us.
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