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The end of the world

If the world ended tomorrow,
how would I feel?
Would I be sad to see the end?
Or think it no big deal?

If the world ended tomorrow,
would I cry?
That with all my things in the world,
me and my memories must die?

I think it would be a catastrophe,
of the greatest kind.
I'd be miserable and lost
and maybe out of my mind

There'd be so much I had to say,
so much I kept back,
That I thought I had the time for,
but it was time that I lack.

There'd be memories and stories
That'd die with me
A lot of love and hurt,
a lot of you and me.

There'd be more than hurt,
a lot of affection and love
Which I share with beings
but I rarely ever show

For it's those you love,
that you take for granted
but its them you always need
but they hardly feel wanted

I'd want to yell it out
From the top of the world
That I've led a great life,
and have liked and been loved.

That I've been lucky
to share these times
With you and your smiles
and your laughter like chimes

That there's never anything called later
and there's just now and today
When you have to let it all out
And yes, you do have to say

That people aren't forever
And neither are we
And we should love more easily
Be open and be free

That's what I'd do,
were my world to end
I'd speak my heart out
Instead of struggling to fend

Because my world is quite small
it is contained in thee
And if this world were ending
With it would be me.

Comments

  1. N if dis world is ending, wid it wud be me <3

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    1. Yeah even I had built the poem around that paragraph only :)

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  2. Really really awesome...

    Some great lines spoken by thee,
    You might feel how puny are we;
    Your words were pretty and meaning was deep,
    May these wishes forever you keep...

    Some stanza were just amazing,
    Read them twice, and kept on dazing,
    I could have written more, but felt so lazy,
    Had to rhyme, so I'm ending with crazy..

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    1. Surprised as I am at the words u spoke
      Coz I knew u were smart, but not that u wrote
      I feel flattered and happy at the efforts u took
      Coz I thought this post wouldn't get more than a look

      A blog I think even you should write
      And u can shed some great light
      On the topics that go on in that mind
      And who knows, a new talent we may find :)

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    2. I am humbled by your appreciating words,
      the power you possess, is mightier than herds,
      Think not your work will ever be overlooked.
      Your recipe of words can't be better cooked.

      Oh dear I don't possess a poetic hand,
      Whatever i write shall ever be bland,
      But your optimism is shining bright,
      For likes of me merely follow the light.

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    3. Humble and modest, as you are
      Your writing's great, it'll go quite far
      The power that you say I possess
      Read your own hand, you have no less

      As for me, I write only that
      Which I think and feel with my heart
      Hope you keep reading my works like now
      Because praise is always welcome you know ;)

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