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thepoeticwallflower
thepoeticwallflower
27/F Closet Poet. / Hopeless Romantic. / Instagram: @thepoeticwallflower /
You whispered sweet lullabies, keeping all of my demons under your control. You thought you had my heart, but really it was my freedom that you stole. -You hid me behind prison walls..
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Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 9:48 AM UTC
Prison walls.
As we lay together comfortably entwined, and supine in this bed. I can’t get these thoughts out of my head. But then you slowly trace your love on my face. Your fingers brush across my thighs, then hips. You kiss my shoulder, my neck, my lips. I swear to god, I could stay here forever, just like this. -You quiet my demons..
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Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
You quiet my demons.
I know that I don’t possess the beauty of a rose, the ones before you taught me so.. But, do you think you could find a way to love me for my words, and for how I survived through all of the things that hurt. I don’t need your help. I just need you to love me while I learn how to love myself.
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Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 10:17 AM UTC
Can you do this for me?
I have always been the one with a hungry heart. I will swallow you whole, even if it tears me apart.
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Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 10:05 AM UTC
I have a hungry heart..
Hey everyone, I’m back and have been writing more than ever! I hope to get some of my current work on here! If you have an Instagram though, go follow me!
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Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC
I’m back!!
fall into me. tug at my soul and pull it from my body. remind me what it means to be in love, to feel sorrow, ...to be human... ...remind me.
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Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 9:12 PM UTC
...remind me.
Why am I so terrified of a tomorrow without you.
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Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 8:45 PM UTC
Number sixteen.
Your words cut so deep; Enough to **** what's left of the good in me. I watch you leave, anxious, helpless, unable to move. My teeth pierce my tongue. The tears always hurt more than the taste of blood. The thoughts and nervous panic never prepared me for this. You never prepared me for this.
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Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 12:50 PM UTC
Number fifteen
It's 2am Shadows dance across the walls and the floor boards creak under the weight of the silence. It's 2am Sleep eludes me while my thoughts reel through my mind like film through a camera. It's 2am And the thoughts of you begin.
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Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC
Number fourteen
We hide behind painted faces and pretty lies.
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May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 4:16 PM UTC
Number thirteen