Vanshika Dhyani

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Shoot a bullet into me Puncture my soulI will not cry for the moonLure me to my own destructionBut you’ll never win.The falling sky will panicI will paint the graveyard pinkIt’s time for a resurrection The church is the colour of prideThe white dove choked on plasticAnd the cannon ball banned menSatan became our saviour Blame me for my bleak yearning But how can i fathom into this universe?His thoughts were stars of a constellation Mine just bled plain blueIt isn’t our poetry that makes us beautifulIt is our despair

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We humans are made up of stardust. Our eyes reflect starlight. And when we crack it escapes and shines through

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Broke into the house of expectationsTo escape the battles that robbed meFollowed the shadows of past loversLet everyone I worshipped abandon meTortured the artist who stained my skinRemedial like the ferris wheelMy soul won’t reincarnate Apocalyptic Earth splits into crumblesNurtured and shaped a soul that wasn’t mineTo announce the arrival of springFixed the shallow pool of tearsTo terminate the heartache it caused meCrafted the tales into a legendLet everyone I loved demolish me Accused the saviour of false heroismUnfaithful like the zodiac starsMy soul won’t be convicted Tragic mind will drown in the holy riverChased the clouds to the end of the rainbowPainted the walls black to conceal my intensionsFell from the edge of the Earth, in his arms I layWith a tattoo on my skin, that said “God Is Gay

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The place where the sea kisses the sky is a beautiful beginning to a painful end

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I have my good parts.I have my bad parts.But the broken ones?They are the best