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I stopped writing ABC on my heart,
I’ve learnt to hide my cards of hearts.
Yes, only diamonds and aces.
I’ve come to understand that
It won’t always add up.
You and I won’t always be us.
So I trained myself to walk away,
When flying with you
Is just a dream untrue.
And maybe you were my last “I like you.”
And now I stand before someone new.
He rumbles his passion
But I’m lost in thoughts
Caught up in the moments of mentally counting petals.
“He likes me, “he likes me not”
And the chain breaker won’t cascade down any more.
So I swallow my piece
“Hey, what do you think?
If we found a new place to sit.”
As we move forward to a quieter ground,
I feel the silence whispering my words
But that would our little secret be.
Pretty much better than a heartbreak to-be.
For now, it’s just you and me
And oh, I almost forgot.
Plus your rumblings too
But in my head
I think I like you.
I really do…. think
I guess.


By Abis Psyche

A young lady with a passion for anything and everything artsy. Painting with words is what I do best. The motive is not to create the perfect picture of emotions, thoughts and feelings. It is to appreciate those imperfect flaws and choices that will always make every story worth telling. My dream is that someday people will learn to tell their stories regardless. Stories heal, and they need to be heard.

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