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ramyungirl
ramyungirl
20/F soul in bloom
you are my own personal sunrise, warming me with your twinkling smile, one that can even outshine the brightest stars on a dim night. your dark curls, wild and untamed, your strong gaze, raw and unwavering. do you know how lovely you are? i always count the seconds until we meet, when my name rolls off your tongue to which my beating heart seems to soar with all of the love that i have for you. when we lie together at the hours of dawn, i listen to the rise and fall of your chest and i know that you are my one safe haven. when the morning light falls upon us, i look into your earthy brown eyes and glimpse a world with just you and i.
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Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 5:27 PM UTC
to my personal sunrise
ginger hair cascading down her back her footsteps echo against the walls tears streaming down her rosy cheeks her hands trembling with an aching sadness that overcomes her this feeling of remorse and revenge brings her to the steps of his door where she sheds her lover's blood drops of scarlet stains her fingers painting her silk dress a sinister red she lies beside his lifeless body and weeps for the emptiness in her heart until she drowns it is a quiet releasing death as she breathes her last breath
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Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC
ginger hair
you're my little secret holding you late at night small, gentle forehead kisses seems just so right for each lingering goodbye my day becomes melancholy, but thoughts of your bright eyes while we lie together eases my mind being in your sweet company causes butterflies to bloom from within me each moment with you is like a dream delightful ones, where you never leave
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Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 10:14 PM UTC
little secret
light, lonely june showers brings me morning flowers that come to life across my window twirling and creeping unto the yellow walls of my room they all bloom endlessly choking and taking the air i breathe until i am no longer me
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Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 3:51 AM UTC
goodbye june
you take my breath away without even knowing it there is something so intoxicating about your laughter, your words especially that soul-stirring smile when your eyes meet mine it is almost electrifying as feelings of delight rushes through my veins and into my beating heart telling me that i am head over heels for you
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Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 10:17 PM UTC
intoxicated
it was raining heavily that day. we met at an old record store. the sky turned a peaceful grey, bells tinkled as i opened the door and i was hit with the smell of dusty vinyls that were waiting to be gently touched and held by dreamers, lovers of messy thoughts and burning secrets. our fates were entwined at the start, and i do not think i had any regrets when the music took our hearts.
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 9:23 PM UTC
record store
there was a boy i loved that was quite a bit messy and kind of lonely. it was undreamed of because he was a burning flame--- hot and radiant and bright. from lunch dates to first kisses under the rain i dared to fall for someone who stole my heart. he was like the late city crowds--- colorful, bright, and loud. there was a boy i loved that was quite a bit ruined, but was my undoing.
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 12:22 AM UTC
my undoing.
he bears scars and band-aids on his heart he does not show them to the moon or stars for he is afraid of what they will think but he does not know that he is in fact walking art
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 12:12 AM UTC
hearts on his sleeve
sunlight from the window dances around us my fingers play our song on your chest tracing small hearts across your back drowning in those twinkling stars for eyes wrapped in your embrace makes me happy for the lovely silence that brings us closer tell me i’m yours and my soft kisses will let you know that you’re also my valentine
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Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 12:54 AM UTC
together forever
your laughter is my favorite song, a honey sweet tune that i can listen to and never get tired of, no matter how long. my favorite place is next to you, our shy hands clasped and bright eyes locked as the tender morning turns into a lazy afternoon. you have become my favorite work of art, a creation that is too good to be true if the world is a museum made for my heart.
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Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 12:53 AM UTC
music to my ears