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carmengalore
carmengalore
26/F Sharing an open letter - my mind - with the world.
Burning in flames, Drowning under water; You started the biggest wildfire, Smoke lit up the sky - but the flames didn’t last; Your words flow as gentle rivers, For this I listen eager - but your sound has drowned.
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Aug 25, 2021
Aug 25, 2021 at 1:28 AM UTC
The Past
Winter was difficult, Then Spring happened, And now Summer is here, But your body is lying still, While your soul roams around, Like white dust.
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Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 12:06 PM UTC
Guardian Angel, Forever
Always with you, Never apart.
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Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC
For Him
I would write Poetry for you You would draw Beautiful roses for me I’m still writing Why won’t you draw for me? Draw for me Draw beautiful white Roses for me (You always said the color white matched my pure heart) Draw for me Like you always Used to do.
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Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
Roses & Poetry
Come interrupt me And fill my soul With your own words As I am not able To find My own Teach me Your language Soft and slowly So there will be More of you More of me More of us Be my poetry I’ll be your poem.
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Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
Corrupt Me
Finding ourselves within each other We are the experiments of our own parents Young, wild, love The indifferent and the intimate Between how I see you And how you see me What is keeping you from me? What is keeping me from you? You are God’s own creation of a mirror Created only for me The you of you is purely you.
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Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
You and I
My arteries have been injected with confusion Nine-teen years old, Snorted 19 capsules of I don't know the name, What is my name anyway? Capsules worth of The forgotten name Jigsaw puzzles solved in blood These masked warriors, My teeth have been Falling out in my dreams And it's the death of a lover I would like to see The death Of my past lovers I have injected your tongue In my ear and all that I hear Is the peaceful, sweet, white noise This is not pretty, And neither am I When I have got powder That shifts through my veins.
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Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
Nine-(19)-teen