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kyeve
19/F/Indonesia a girl who loves words more than she loves herself
it was everything it was a sonogram of a mellifluous melody it was the color of the sky before night had settled in it was as if drowning in it was a great mistake it was everything it was the rainbow after every thunderstorm it was like reaching the land after hours of being stranded it was the cure for a wary wandering soul it was everything it was the moment your car hits the side road it was when your candle stops burning it was the darkness you felt before you drift off to sleep it was everything (i told myself) it was everything (was it really?)
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Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 2:49 PM UTC
let me describe (my) first love
you and I we were a match made in hell the way we burn against (and for) each other how we destroyed dreams and melodies and suffering seemed like a perfect word for us this love was never meant to last but why did we hold on? did you love it when I was burning? we were poison for each other but why did I still cry when you left
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Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 2:46 PM UTC
a match made in hell
she’s still living in a void dimension forsaken and letter-less. days have gone by with blink of her eyes, just like the ink someone marked on her heart morning bruised her loneliness, the bloodthirsty night stole the laugh she dreamed of having she is still hollow, a house without home, boats without captain she is still hollow, living in a void strange world by herself she is longing for her vibrant being, her darkness has taken its quit.
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Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 8:37 AM UTC
a house without home
my writings they are fire warm yet they burn
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Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 11:26 AM UTC
fire
if i was an artist, i would have painted myself a set of beautiful eyes, a glowing skin, hair of a princess, an hourglass looking body, a pretty version of me. if i was an artist, i would have drawn myself with plumper lips, a pair of longer legs, a better version of what i saw in the magazines but i am not, so i will just settle with this with who i am instead of who i wanted to be
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Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 10:36 AM UTC
if i was an artist
if my presence is only drowning you like an anchor, therefore i hope my absence helps you soar the world like a pair of wings
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Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 12:00 AM UTC
an anchor // a pair of wings
You remind me of soothing and calm music You remind me of thunder during storms Both sweet and bitter, you live inside me
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Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 11:11 AM UTC
A Reminder
Who would guess a blow of smoke in your lungs replaced a place for me in your heart
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Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 11:04 AM UTC
Vapor