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Unrequited


The anger gone, the faint signs of hatred dissolved
all I am left with, is this deep sense of love and resolve
that has no room for hate,no room for conflict
all my vices vaporising into a mist,all my sorrows uplift

my love has reached places ,earlier it never could exist
never has it been stronger and needed you the least 
for I have realised, all my feelings come from within,
it doesnt even need you to be in my life therein...

I am a cocoon, waiting to sprout my wing,
night or day, butterfly or a moth,or anything,
I do not care. for I have decided the flight
and there's barely anything to stop the height

you are with me or not,suit yourself, your needs, 
you dont get to decide,even in the least,my deeds
for my feelings thrive in the smallest of things
keep me out all you want, for I have endured all the stings

what's left is ,is only this raw resolve,
an aimless goal,a peaceful absolve,
as no matter what, I never gave up, and that is all,
and that my love triumphs, despite the fall...

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