You were breaking up with me
And I was breaking down
You were packing all your stuff
And I was lying on the ground
Slowly crying down
Questioning every thing
Every moment that was
so full of love
Your eyes were twinkle
Your smile was so happier
How could you say
we didnot matter
When we were so nicer
You were so happier .
But look at me now
when I saw you
After so long ,in the ally
You were like a stranger
Healed by the time
And my strong mind
We lost our love
but ,I salvaged me
Because I remember the day
My sorrow that way
When you were breaking up with me
I was so much breaking down .
I was breaking ,crying ,down.
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Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
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So sad!
Salvage is a great poem! Very emotional!