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Flor Dec 2018
If love was a game it’ll be quidditch
           You’ll be the seeker and I’ll be the snitch.
Just some Harry Potter stuff
Flor Dec 2018
I dreamed of you
And it was too good to be true.
You were smiling
And it was beguiling.

Like always, you wouldn’t talk.
You’ll just stare and walk.
But that’s okay,
Thanks for the visit anyway.

For now, watch us from above.
This is me sending some love.
Till we meet again,
In the safe heaven’s den.
Flor Dec 2018
He comes and goes
A man no one really knows
He’s there when you’re alone
Still as a stone

Sadness he detects
And closer he gets
He’ll devour you slowly
And takes your mind wholly 

You deter him from time to time
Yet he’s always there, just waiting to climb
He whispers things,
Bad things that’ll break your wings 

Sometimes he’ll whisper the sweetest things
Oh, what a joy that brings
He offers you freedom
And acts like a beacon

You’re afraid to take it
Fear to fall in that pit
Be strong you must
Don’t listen and trust

For he’ll absorb positive emotion
Slowly pushing you to the ocean
Be careful around him
Don’t let yourself take the swim.
Flor Dec 2018
She woke up from her deep sleep
Finally back from a long trip
She looked around but found none
In panic she ran

But it seems that the road was endless
And she was alone and friendless
So she stopped and stood still
Thinking if this was real

That’s when she realized
She’s no longer paralyzed
There she goes, already up on her feet
All this is true, without deceit

She tries to remember,
What happened last December
Alas, she could not
Her thoughts jumbled in a knot

What was even the day?
Her mind hazy and grey
She remembers Christmas
And after that, the sickness

She tries to recall
Until she can finally remember all
The moment she took her last breath
And was taken by death.

— The End —