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After All of This
It's only February
and look at this world.
I want to know if we'll
get through all of this.
And on the other side,
will I still be standing,
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romantic
i hate valentine's day:
i used to be a hopeless romantic
and maybe that's why i want to hide
in a corner, staying unnoticed.
i love valentine's day:
i used to love chocolate box
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tootsie pops
"What's your favorite flavor?"
My dad hands me an array of lollipops:
Blue, pink, purple and orange,
And I instinctively go for the orange one.
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i wish that you could read this
I'll stop staring,
I'll stop caring,
I'll stop texting you,
I'll stop hoping you'll like me too.
There's no point in staring if you don't meet my gaze,
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From Poetry Class...
We had to write a poem about an animal
in poetry class the other day,
And I didn't know what topic to choose,
so of course I wrote about you:
A bee flies in front
of my window,
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Silver linings
Three months is too long
to hold onto hope,
But here I am clutching it in my fist
like it's my very will to live.
I need to set it free,
I'll watch it fly across the sky,
Loves
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puppet
They are smiling,
Lips stretched up, with a slight crinkle of their eyes,
They are listening,
Nodding along, making hums of acknowledgement,
They are happy,
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A Tiny Write
I like to think
that if our friends;
sometimes the closest people in our life,
can see us for our soul.
Then so can others.
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Breaking out
I step out into a cool summer night
The air fills my lungs and soothes my anxiety riddled body
I walk out and feel the calm breeze on my torn up skin, wrapping around me like it's comforting my wounds
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After Party Party
The party ends the dancing
begins
beautiful mutual
agreement that social-ness
is exhausting.
Bouncing spinning laughing
hair in high pony tails
we're models singers dancers
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tired perfection
The lies are ready on your lips, practiced, you done this a thousand times, but you falter. You falter and shatter the illusion of truth.
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by the victors
Revolutions are bathed in blood,
In death, betrayals, and cruelty.
Yet, we often associate them with freedom,
The oppressed rising against the oppressors.