A collection of short ones

Sometimes I just want to cry,

so that she could smile.

I hope she’s smiling right now.

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Hey friend,

I know you’re there

Hiding behind the desk, aren’t you?

Hey friend,

I know you’ll come out anytime.

Look I am hurt, and I need you.

Hey friend,

I know you’re coming out anytime,

I know you’re going to comfort me now.

Hey friend,

I know you’ve died but your memories are still there,

you’re still by my side; you’re still making me smile.

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The old pine tree,

it still stands there, behind the park.

It still remembers our first conversation,

and it still recalls the story of our first kiss.

That water fountain at the city center,

it is still the main tourist attraction.

But it misses our small fights,

at 2 AM during the starry nights.

The last desk in the class,

yes our names are still carved on it.

The scent of your shampoo is still present there

where you kept your head down,  just to stare

at me.

That house is still empty,

where the tears which fell from your eyes

when we made love for first time,

are still flowing down the slanted and creaking floor.

That bicycle is still rusting in my backyard,

which I once used to bring flowers

to apologize for every mistake I made.

I still use that cycle to carry those same flowers

every day at 9 AM to the grave,

Where from past 10 years,

you’ve stayed.

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Those memories,

I’ll burn them all and smile.

I don’t want to cry anymore,

I don’t want them to be my

emotions’ turnstile.

Those memories,

they’re all gone.

Now I don’t cry,

but I also don’t smile.

Smiling doesn’t make sense,

now that the emotions don’t

have any fence.

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My guitar and me,

I don’t know how to play it.

But it still loves me.

I just strum it and hum a random tune,

it loves my fingers caressing its strings,

it still hopes that I’ll learn its tunes.

My guitar and me,

we have stayed together during hard times.

And now that the good times are near

it looks at me and smiles, whenever I sing.

My guitar and me,

it wants me to learn a new song today.

It says to me, “I know you love that girl.

Won’t you play a song for her.”

My guitar and me,

we’re the best friends.

We might not know each other perfectly

but we’re still auto tuned to each other.                 

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Bless them all,

Bless the smile on his torn lips,

Bless that eye which can’t see

Bless that tongue which can’t speak

Bless that ear which can’t hear

Bless that knee,

which misses its other partner.

But most of all,

Bless those who still smile,

despite their fears and troubles.

Just bless them all, God.