In her glory
Shining through
Window open
Dreaming stars
Across the
Window pane
Tracing lines
On the bed-
Sheets again
I cant ever
Sleep when
The moon
Is in her full
Glowing glory
At midnight I just
Stare for hours
The moon
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Limbo
it seems i have somehow lost my flair for poetry in the midst of college
the words bubble up and then fly away before i can write them down
i really do wish they would come back
after all, i’m having to hold in everything
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voice memo poem about body image
I don't know what is wrong with this world to make a young girl think that her body, when looking in the mirror, is ugly because her tummy is full of food. Oh.
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