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To Be Continued: Continued :part 1

I miss you when I am silly ESPECIALLY when I am silly....

Black

Black is not sad, Black is poetic. Bright colours are so…..empty. How do you imagine a poet? In a bright orange jacket? Probably not.

Xela

He likes you. He didn’t know when, didn’t know how. Wondering why does it still matter now.

His feelings, he wanted to say He wants to take a step forward. To be rid of the static dismay

Wanting to be more than what you can bargain for, And proving that he’s not a player He jumps into outer space, Riskingly opens a mystifying door

There were times he wanted to run For He doesn’t know if he had a chance, But he built his resolve And chose to make one if there appears to be none

After all this, you are the one to decide. Although he likes you, Although he longs for you, Once you say no Away he is sure to reside

Xela, He wants to be there for you, To help you mend your heart anew Lastly, my favorite color is blue

Change.

Why is it that when you seem to get your self together things start to change.

I mean life had a whole year to make things change and right when you were finally finding yourself, it hits you.

Then after you have time to gasp for air and figure out what just happened; the world you once knew is not there anymore..

The city you were starting to grow fond of turned ugly, a nasty place full of unfairness with a hint of sadness.

All you can do is sit there in the corner that still feels like home and wonder what is it that you did wrong?

What happened that thing went so wrong..

Well, nothing that you did was wrong that is just life it hits you right when you finally found home... And it goes on my loves it goes on...

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