Poems from marcellaa

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The slightest glimpse of his beautiful face, The allusion of his angel like voice, Could send me to such a magical place. Being in his...
It’s a metaphor, see? You put the killing thing Right between your teeth, But you don’t give it the power To do its killing.  But you don’...
Why so sad? They ask as I walk by. Confusion spread across their face. I can see it in their eyes. They are judging me,  And they don't...
Looking out into the corner, On this warm day, I caught a glimpse of a sparkle. A sparkle in this stranger’s eye. Then a dominant dimple...
Looking into a reflection, It’s possible to tell you my projection, But not my impression. Looking through my thoughts, To explain myself...