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Daksh Sep 2019
She speaks; slowly, softly, inside her, there's a storm.

Holds to hope, she raises her lanterns to see the horizon.
Wears long black clothes,
has a smile that I call home.

Runs clicks and see new things and closes her eyes to find something
no one ever tried to.

I call her magic

Loves ice cream and lefts some of it on her face.

I call her strength.

Last seen wearing a **** dress
If found; tell her that I miss her.

I can never love her enough
Daksh Sep 2019
She
Happy:
Loved, naughty; crazy

Silly things excite you.
Perfectly her.

Does ballet, taps piano keys
The room was empty

The car outside was waiting for you.

She left

Last seen walking in Rome.
If found; Please tell her I love her.

She forgot to take herself
Daksh Sep 2019
Will 
you love me 
when I won't? 
ず悪ーゕシヱカ
  Sep 2019 Daksh
Shannon
I sometimes enjoy looking at the world through my blurry vision
Seeing the world as a big picture rather than in detail
It hides the imperfections
But sadly, the details get hidden too
And that’s what makes it so beautiful

So I put my glasses back on
The imperfections are back
I know they never disappeared in the first place
But that doesn’t mean I have to give them any attention
I can choose what I want to see and ignore the rest
So I will
Written a while back...
: just a little perspective on how I see the world ;)
Daksh Sep 2019
Kisses; showers, cold showers, nightmares, and panic attacks.

You left without saying a word.

Grab the wrist of time
and run right back.

I’ll take anything for the pain I endured again.

Just to hold you in my arms,

              One
                         last
                                     time.
Daksh Sep 2019
You bring back,
memories when the skies were black,
shut the lights;
Everything black, wet everything.

Piano keys; soft sound of those strings
unveiled many blunders.

I’ll say thank you, every day of my life
As to when you arrive,
I’ll look in the sky, and won’t ever forget
to give you back,
a smile.
Daksh Sep 2019
It was time.
A spectacle was yet to take place
Exploring other worlds were always facinating to me
A footprint we left, every step it took was the sign that life exists.

We were like little trinkets, parts of stars that followed the rover from behind and took our fractions of amazingness of the universe.

It was the universe that broke you.
- This poem is about the opportunity rover
- The rover went to sleep on February 13, 2019
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