Heartache

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Perspective (composition of...

Perspective
Ajla Mesinovic

It's called love

Fathers and mothers
Growing up...

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I am living in a world.

I am living in a world that is dim, dark, and grey. Wake up daily to a life so full of regrets, heartaches...

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Are you still in there mom?

Are you still in there mom?

I'm standing behind you
Brushing your hair
Looking in the mirror
Wondering if you're...

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Lost Smile

The girl with her smile
That smile so bright
Has disappeared
Gone into the night...

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Separated Hearts

Separated Hearts

One day we'll see each other,
You and I,
Meeting again to embrace,
Somewhere in time...

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Us, The Lovers

Us, The Lovers

I am heartbroken
Because at one point in time
I could look at those in love
And feel...

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Artistic passions

To cast a shadow over the light of a newborn dream
Is the act of destroying your fate
With...

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Broken Too

Young love,
Turns us into some kind of a fool
We go along with whatever they think
Is...

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Fatal Attraction of lost souls

Fatal Attraction of lost souls

I don’t want your issues and pain
Don’t go projecting them my way
I thought you were...

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A hole

A hole

A hole.
Heart murmur maybe?
a pin to a bullet,
growing larger daily.
Nothing...

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Loving is Deceiving

Loving is Deceiving

You are obligated to love and care for yourself
because if there is no love within trust me there...

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Hurricane

In the centre of your hurricane
I find my peace within your storm
Time stood still as if we...

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the bus poem - part...

We loved

like

70 year olds

when

we were

15

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HOW?

HOW?

How do you explain the voices in your head when they hold your tongue with such a grip that you choke on...

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the bus poem - part...

I love you.
Now there’s only one light left on this bus,
and it reminds me of you.
I’m...

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the bus poem - the 13th;...

You know all of my stories.
Or, you don’t.
At least you know
the ones that count;...

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the bus poem - part eleven;...

You bake me
from the inside out,
and I don’t even care. ā€˜
I met you seven years ago....