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 Nov 2020 Grace Summers
Honeybee
sitting under the rosy sun
trying to escape the problems i cant outrun
waiting for the days to pass
people waiting for me to fall and crash
and i'm getting pretty close
underneath this sunlit rose
I bleed through words,
From the cuts given by the society.

I want to escape and fly like birds,
With a hope, it all ends my agony.
 Nov 2020 Grace Summers
Daivik
Lost in the sea of life
I'm tired let me rest a while
What do you mean "The world's now ending"
It has been ending since a long long time
you’re awake
when I’m asleep

you’re asleep
when I’m awake

slowly but pretty surely
we fall into a pattern
called ‘familiarity’
Chaos in my mind

                 Spirals on repeat

They left me behind

                  Blisters on my feet

I’m lost and I’m blind

                   Empty and Complete  

I try to chase my thoughts

                    But they end up chasing me
 Nov 2020 Grace Summers
megan
im in my bed
instead of yours
and theres no one to blame except your heart not feeling the same

all the things that you said
it felt like you meant
so i packed all my bags, took my broken heart back and i left
I couldn't tell my minds yet
Maybe I am not perfect,
I keep you in my little heart,
but I am a failed poet!

I have found the moonlight
on your happy face first,
I am always ready to fight
for you my sweetheart.

I would be a romantic cricket
and sing for you tonight
to make your dreams sweet,
Then you will feel me, I bet.
Enjoy reading my books!
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 Nov 2020 Grace Summers
Aya
The art of eye contact

You know what I’m talking about

You know what both of us want

I smile at the look of you

I smile knowing the idea of you

I know what I do to you

And just look then smile

While I catch your eyes

your body weakens

Along mine

Just by the eye contact across the room

Knowing I’ll have you soon.
Depression is the gateway drug

Because I'll try anything
Absolutely anything
To make this feeling stop
 Nov 2020 Grace Summers
finn
not me
 Nov 2020 Grace Summers
finn
the eyes

they watch

me

and

the ears

listen

and the hand

squeezes

my

throat

and the feet

jump off the

roof

i am no longer

me
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