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naqiah-azzahra
About Her. She’s my friend, The one that I love the most. She loves sunsets, But not like a sunset on the beach- Just sunsets, With cotton candy sky And clouds with silver linings, Just the way I do. She hates beach, Or at least she doesn’t love it as much As she loves mountains, A place where there’s not too many people With too much to say, too much to hear. She loves cats, She has too many of them. The way they act, the way they cuddle They’re dumb, and cute, and calming, She said. She loves music, More than anything, I guess. She listens to songs I probably wouldn’t know if it wasn’t from her. She knows everything about music, She sings, Her soft sweet voice sometimes echoes in my head She plays the instruments, And She taught me some She even made one song herself and it’s so good even without lyrics. She is a wonderful human being, That doesn’t know how much she’s worth. She forgot how to be happy, just like how she forgot how to stop hurting. She says she’s not much, Just a dead soul fueled by instant noodles A mediocre, But she’s not. She loves watching sweet romance movies, Not like Nicholas sparks- But like movies with sad parts and happy endings, Not too much romance, Because she said she wouldn’t have that in her life But I know she would. She doesn’t let people in And yet She’s afraid of dying alone She writes her will and constantly revising it She loves the stars, the moon How the constellations are shaped and named *She is who she is, And that’s why I love her.*
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Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 10:12 AM UTC
Her.
About Her. She’s my friend, The one that I love the most. She loves sunsets, But not like a sunset on the beach- Just sunsets, With cotton candy sky And clouds with silver linings, Just the way I do. She hates beach, Or at least she doesn’t love it as much As she loves mountains, A place where there’s not too many people With too much to say, too much to hear. She loves cats, She has too many of them. The way they act, the way they cuddle They’re dumb, and cute, and calming, She said. She loves music, More than anything, I guess. She listens to songs I probably wouldn’t know if it wasn’t from her. She knows everything about music, She sings, Her soft sweet voice sometimes echoes in my head She plays the instruments, And She taught me some She even made one song herself and it’s so good even without lyrics. She is a wonderful human being, That doesn’t know how much she’s worth. She forgot how to be happy, just like how she forgot how to stop hurting. She says she’s not much, Just a dead soul fueled by instant noodles A mediocre, But she’s not. She loves watching sweet romance movies, Not like Nicholas sparks- But like movies with sad parts and happy endings, Not too much romance, Because she said she wouldn’t have that in her life But I know she would. She doesn’t let people in And yet She’s afraid of dying alone She writes her will and constantly revising it She loves the stars, the moon How the constellations are shaped and named *She is who she is, And that’s why I love her.*
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It was a blurry night, In a crowded room, I sat on the corner Being present but not wanted And All I heard was You.
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC
Hey.
each of us wears a mask of grey, of black, or mostly blue with every 'okay' there's hidden clue of sadness of pain a feeling, so hard to contain
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 8:54 AM UTC
Dark hues
Your beauty is like a naked sword Which will cut me in to small pieces My love my love is above board Love nurtures under beauty auspices When you show your graces in light My eyes feel being intoxicated in trance Your kisses are so gorgeous to delight I want to take just chance after chance Let us celebrate love moments in trance Let us just forget about all our rivals Let us don't forget the taste of the glance Let me kiss your lips like flower petals Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 6:44 AM UTC
Like Naked Sword
I had a moment. I was sitting there, a bit sleepy Holding a guitar that i can't play -Then he came in. He sat next to- in front of me, He took the guitar from me and started playing a song, he sang. Two songs later, he gave me an update on this girl he's crushing on Then he sang, Another 3 songs that i love- -he didn't know i loved those songs, Those songs in my playlist That i listen to When i'm down
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Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 6:42 AM UTC
Him
I'm a piece of fiction. Fractions of ink on a paper, Pixelated in achromatic spectrum Under the shadow of dim night lamp Damp pillows and hopeless heads. I'm a piece of word, Tangling in soulless minds Eventually fades, Easily replaced. I'm a scratch of scribbles on a paper. Cuts through the fingers of beautiful minds Bleeding dreams and sorrows Until- The End.
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Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 6:30 AM UTC
Ink.