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I was calling you, and kissing you, and begging you to come lay down next to me. To fill the empty, white sheets with your presence.
And you pushed me away once.
I cleaned my face, I cleaned my body, I caressed it with flowers to smell beautiful and tasty for you.
And you pushed me away twice.
I put on my very best smile and I kissed you again. And begged you. Oh, how much I begged you, as you had your eyes closed.
And you stood up and went to the other room.
Now you’re lying on the bed. And you didn’t even call once for me.
You pushed me away for the third time.
And my darling, no one can ignore this ruthless third time. 

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When the sun chased the rain away

I love my country’s sun because it casts away gloomy thoughts and saves me from cloudy dreams and melodies. The sun warms up my pieces and makes my heart smile. Behind its warmth and shininess, lies this miserable fog that I keep most of the days away. Yet this paradox occurs and it feels like it always has done.

I long these far away trips, that end up in countries, dark and cold. I find comfort in relapse and at first, I enjoy it so much that I forget why I liked the sun in the first place. But suddenly when I realise what they’re drawing on the surface, I always rush to book my ticket back home. And I usually manage to be on time for my departure. And every single time, I watch out of the window as the plane is taking off. I wave goodbye to the coldness but I feel so broken hearted because I already know that I’ll miss it so much and I’ll regret my decision to go back.

Some people decide. Others let life decide for them. Some sleep on the ground, other find uncomfort in their comfortable beds. So here’s to you, my shiny blue sea and here’s to you my wonderful fog. I might see you again, but I’m not sure where I’d choose to stay.

 

Ae Fond Kiss

by Robert Burns
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, and then forever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears   I’ll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee.
Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,
While the star of hope she leaves him?
Me, naecheerfu’ twinkle lights me;
Dark despair around benights me.
 –
I’ll ne’er blame my partial fancy,
Naething could resist my Nancy;
But to see her was to love her;
Love but her, and love forever.
Had we never lov’d sae kindly,
Had we never lov’d sae blindly,
Never met—or never parted—
We had ne’er been broken-hearted.
 –
Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest!
Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest!
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
Peace. enjoyment, love, and pleasure!
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, alas, forever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears   I’ll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee!
[This indistinctive whisper caresses the ear of the sleeping girl, 
poems and wines and fears all mixed together in a very end, 
Kind shall be the lips that kiss one’s eyes goodbye 
Though deep might be the cries 
which covers these days with lies.]