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okay so i'm gonna be honest i had no clue i would fall for you but then you gave me that shy adorable smile and i just fell and when you look at me my heart breaks and bends
Let me take a moment. Hold up ? was that too long ? Let me try again. Okay wait, I think I got that wrong. No, you're tripping, that's entirely way too much thought.
never censor the dirty words. unleash the violet memories of your violent childhood: lilac frocks and pomegranite seeds and leftover boo-boos because sometimes daddy couldn't see you
Hi I see your confusion and Your delusions Your tears, falling, falling Without reason I see your smile, overwhelming your face Don't hide, find me, let's embrace You write the words
Restless. Waiting for her prince. Her purpose. Adhering to expectations Carefully crafted by those before her. Desiring to find her place Within her tower. The jewels and gold are worthless
Writing, for me was always a form of controversy. I am set to be a doctor, a researcher, a doer of good. But books and language set me apart. Gave me wings, let me escape.
Thoughts in my head ebb and flow as do currents Waves upon waves, wash ashore but my mouth–it rarely opens This pen and paper
Poetry is a song A quiet melody in the throng A low note in the noise that makes us strong. Poetry is a beat A steady cadence in the fleet A common surge in the heart that makes us meet.