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9- Halo


“so does this count as a propose?”Sacar giggled. And the whole of them had a good laugh for a while. There were people circling them there and all of them had a laugh. “I thought that we were gonna witness a female propose to a guy here and we just witnessed a epic friendship” said somebody from the background “wish I had a friend as good as her” said another one
Pinch of hope
It was in darkness all along
the hope that I’ve long
searched for
the hope that I thought was gone
a place that I called home
was long lost
but at what cost
are you able to be that strong
despite being wrong
for so many reasons
will you change like the change of seasons
hope not
but
as long as your words remain with me
I will be
the person you want me to be
an I will try to see
the world from your view
and stitch the broken parts of me like a sew-
ing machine sews cloths
but not just as fast as it
cause I’ve broken to very last bit
of my soul
I will always owe you one
for being my pinch of hope
-roi de scuro
On the other side of the world Halo writes up on her blog


#113
Looks like he owes one to someone. Yea this post is about Roi de scuro as you might have guessed. Just like he owes something to someone I wish that I owed something to someone. I too wish for someone to be my pinch of hope and as grammatically incorrect as that phrase might be I know that he made that mistake knowingly. Maybe somebody used that phrase on him. Look at me praising somebody whom I don’t even know. He is just a random blogger who caught my attention through his words. Why he you say? He in a sense that he uses ‘her’ most in his poems. He must have a strong sense of friendliness with this her that he’s been using quite a lot in his recent poems or that must be his way of addressing everyone but nonetheless no one uses their own self as a third person so that blogger whose name is Roi de scuro must be a male plus Roi means king in Spanish so there’s that hehe. 
I might just have fallen in love with this person. I don’t know who he is or where the hell he is but I just know that I just love his way of words. It’s simple yet somewhat attractive. Here’s a fact, I’ve been following this mysterious poet named Roi de scuro for almost two years and recently he’s been writing more and more inspiring poems so something has definitely changed within him or somebody has definitely changed the world for him. How I wish that I could contact him in person and thank him for all those words that he has written. It inspires me to write more, it inspires me to become a better version of myself and it sooths me when in times of sadness. Well I’m gonna stop here. Hehe
-HALO
 -Yakaaa Jujaan 

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