Author: RotaractArts

Backup flowerBlooms between the cracksLayers of muddy bootsChomped her down the laneNo more marbles to tossOr going around the bushShe clasps her petalsAnd yearned for bloodA little insect pierced her left handSilent cry hid in candy wrappersBoys are down the laneReady to go for another roundMaybe anotherAnd maybe one final aroundJust like some sweet before dinnerThey took turns laughedAnd went straight homeWhile the last petalStraight fallen to the groundAnd a tear fell effortlesslyLoosening the ground Rtr. Mihiwamee Pabasara Senarath

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When you love someone,Does it hurt you or does it heal you?When you love someone,Do you feel every breath you take catching with the butterflies in your heart,Calling you home?When you love someone,Is it supposed to terrify or comfort you?Because I think I’ve been loving you,But darling, it’s slowly making me wantTo kill myself while staring at a night skyFull of stars. -Rtr. Barani Imasha

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Don't tell anyone, But I miss the sound of my phone ringing past midnight,  The sound of a soft voice in my ear, My hand strained from holding the phone for hours. Night after night, My phone kept ringing again and again, And I slept in the morning, My head heavy and my eyes hurting, Yet I couldn't stop smiling.  It's pathetic to think of, But the soft voice after midnight was my source of comfort, and I craved it like water, every starless night. Every waking moment of my day, I spent thinking about our conversations and the smooth deep voice of yours. So every night I stayed awake till late, waiting for my phone to ring. -Rtr. Vibhavee…

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Roses were red,The whole world was blue.I was telling you everything,Since the day I fell for you.Nine suns rose in March,Pushing us from warzone to comfort zone.The shine in your eyes I’ll never forget,Your smile stole all the pain.Favourite songs of yours were being played.Dopamine volcanoes are eruptingWhen you are with me.You are so pretty,Even more than the flowers I gave.I was not shaking,Cause my love was true.The smell of romance,Defeated the smell of Tacos.When the whole world supported us,I felt the warmth of your hand.While looking into the most beautiful eyes,I said “¡Te Amo!”To the moon and back, I’ll always love you,Here I am, Mi Vida,Waiting till your butterflies are born… -Rtr. Inura Dewasinghe

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