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Safira Azizah Mar 2020
There will always be
something broken left
in the attic.
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Kissing the dust,
A hide out
from sun rays.

There will always be
something silenced right
behind

the closed door:
mom's chapped lips
dad's cracked hands

Shushed— "let our child sees no traces,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ let them think it's alright."

Not even a brave wave
could sink it down

they’re holding still
the water's rising, seeps
through every nook and cranny.

but,
won’t a small leak sink a great ship?

He loves antiques, so much
he would turn it into
a shipwreck—reserved and intact.
Safira Azizah Mar 2020
Our love is a sacred hardshipㅡ
shared,
in one portion.

and every bits
of our goodbye kiss
will be the very time of us.

As if the Time
was once made
just for us.
Safira Azizah Mar 2020
I'm so anxious, darling I'm so
in love with you. I can't bear the fact
that the end is (indeed) near.

So I will be honest in here, in my words
I swear by your honey-voice and your tempting eyes. I can't see where the future will lead us. I can't tell you, but I am so
anxious darling.

I'm so in love with you.
Safira Azizah Mar 2020
we could always go back to the place
where our heart belong or
moving farther to the unknown
we've never imagined before.

search for a home, burrow deeper into it, continually growing, for it is what makes us alive.
Safira Azizah Mar 2020
a poet's greatest sin lies
in the bed of lies to those
who believes in truth
Safira Azizah Mar 2020
i hope the flowers know they're loved,
by the way they're addressed in a delicate
manner and kind words

i hope flowers died knowing they are loved. not because of their beauty, but their being, their prescence, the ethereal experience they made, the joy they spark

i hope flowers loved by many, as lovers do.
by the way they're looked at, by the softest gaze laid upon their petals.
Safira Azizah Mar 2020
it comes when no one expected it the most
it's lurking,
watching your fragile steps in fast-paced,
following you.
they only attack when you're lost,
full of doubts, vulnerable in your sleep.

then, the peak.

when it left you puzzled,
questioning your mind,
"is it real or is it a fantasy?"
'cause it haunts you as if it's real
the colors are vivid
the feelings are untamed
the heart is at its openness

in your dream
you saw me drowning
in the deep water, gasping for breath.
you saw the world at its worst, you recalled your early days where you cry out in absolute silence.

"it could be real! it must be!"
you thought.

but it is not.
i can assure you,
it is not what scares you.

tell me your nightmares, darling
cry, bleed, ache
let me kiss you and
send your sleepless nights away.

although you're afraid of it,
let me love you as you are.
believe me when I say,
I will never leave you.
have you ever woke up from nightmare and you started crying?
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