• Perfectionism

    Perfection in my veins,Or is it in my brain?The minutiae leave me guessing,On the words that I’ve been using.Leaving over and over again,Will this time be for my gain?Keeping track of all these little odditiesWreaks havoc on my little moralities. – Arsh

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  • Fated?

    It might have been fate,But darling,You have always delightedIn dashingEveryone’s expectations anyways. – Arsh

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  • The Orator’s Pride

    Stallling for yet more attention,I think that this thirstOf mine is unquenchable.Speeding through for applause,I feel my hunger for Approval grow evermore. – Arsh

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  • Belief

    When you believe me,I don’t know ifYou understand, butYou have done the one thingNo one has ever done for me.You place your trust in me,And I feel this feeling ofContentment, andI don’t know what I have doneTo deserve this.To deserve you. – Arsh

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  • The Last of Survival

    Treading through theRubble of a ruinedWorld, Our wicked waysRan us to our ruin.Trouble comes to,And our aspirations,Like all our laws,Come down crashing. – Arsh

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  • Spoiled

    Spoiling a nice candle,A new book, some saved food.Everything is spoiled onceIt has been used.The book has rotted,The food has spoiled,The candle, destroyed,Waiting did no favours anyway.Usage is spoilage,But so is enjoying life.There is no ‘perfect day’,Enjoy your life. – Arsh

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  • Untitled Misery

    A girl,In misery lives,And yet she lives not,No, for she only survives.A girl. – Arsh

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  • But

    We could have been so much,But you chose to throw that all away.Could have ruled the world,But that was too large for you.Would have been happier,But you fell for their lies.Would have been friends forever,But you threw that all away. – Arsh

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  • The Curse

    Multiple generations this curse has devoured,Leaving naught but ruin in its wake.The brave soldiers of old roused,Yet failing to sate its appetite.The latest group of brave volunteers,Leave, off to perilous lands.None will return, yet again,This batch of willing sacrifices. – Arsh

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  • Letting Go

    You found me,When I was low.Held me close,So I could let go.Now you are the reasonWhy I feel so low.I need to let you go,So I can hold me close. – Arsh

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