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Reparation

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I was done with the men;
I’d have kissed just you;
There were truths I meant
That I could make untrue;
The promises given,
I would keep every one –
And for you I’d have kept
Vigils under an unforgiving sun.
But you betrayed my love
And gave up on our time –
You took back what was yours
And left me nothing of mine.

I was done and now i’m back
I recall the hurt you spoke –
I make no apologies,
As I begin to repair
All that you broke.
I despair,
But I cope, and rise –
I cry; but I also know
Every tear dries –

When you go out
And search for your joy,
Fate shall keep a tab
On all you destroy.
Remember, as you live,
Life’s lessons are fires
That end up burning
Consummate liars.

Questions

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What bitter truths am I made of?
What lessons have I not learnt?
What deceits lie unfulfilled?
What part of me hasn’t yet burnt?

I have not wept every tear;
I know nothing of tomorrow;
I keep meeting handsome strangers,
Hoping for lesser sorrow.

What terror lies in wait?
Have I spent all my shame?
What wounds must I yet bear
To continue this horrid game?

Questions like these are dull;
Answers for these seem lost…
I guess, if they are ever found,
I’d have well borne their cost…

Sowing Kisses

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I’ve kissed a thousand lips,
Rough as rocks, delicate as dew;
I’ve been drunk on a thousand sips,
Though none really tasted like you.

I’ve opened my mouth to each;
I’ve felt the passion in throes;
But something’s always out of reach –
Something only a heart knows.

I’ve taken essence, moist and dry;
But nothing remained for me to keep;
And, no matter how hard I try,
Though I keep sowing, I cannot reap.