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  May 2019 Sophie
Outsider
I wear my heart on my sleeves.
As in the cuts that bleed.
Where everyone can see that I´m damaged.
How I´m broken,
ruined,
to pieces.
One can never fully recover.
As my cuts turn to scars,
my sleeves will still,
never be the same.
As the same for my heart.
Sophie May 2019
I'm happy sleeping alone
I'm happy in my company
I do want to be in love and melt in the beauty of it
But for now
I'm happy alone
Sophie May 2019
I fight with the voices in my head
They keep throwing stones
They keep calling me weak
               "All your poems about love!"
And you are  still alone
            That I don't deserve love
" it's not for the weak!"
I know there are a thousand things to write poetry about but i'm drawn to love. I love to write about love. Does that make me weak?
  May 2019 Sophie
Stained Glass
Imagine being loved the way you love.
Sophie May 2019
My eyes saw him
My heart foretold our future
You know the works
       " laughing in bed"
"Fun with doing nothing"
         "Holding hands under the table"

I told my heart to shut up!
You meet someone for the first time and you can already imagine spending forever....
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