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Lolita Feb 2022
Us together was exemplary devastation and even in pieces, I yearned for more...  
Us together now is pure conservation even perpetual I want more...  
Can I compare you to my lovely day? But you are the art more lovely and more adumbrate...  
Your cherry blossom hue never gonna wash away by heavy showers of rain I'm not even gonna let ragged wind shake my darlings, Dovey...  
You can savour me... But only with your eyes...  And I will vow with mine.. then there will be no surprise...  
May our path be cohered forever and get entwined... We can epoch our kiss in a barrel then we not gonna need chardonnay wine...  
What signifies how intimate we shall be??
Not what you are but what you're to me...  
But you are so far away... And we are planning to make our stay...  we are staying under the blanket of starry nights...  
And it's a sight to behold because we gonna see two moons collide...  
As long as the sun shines we traverse and expands...  
May we reach the end of it all and may this never ends...
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Bees may **** us one day...
Lolita Feb 2022
The quest is weary
And we are still deary...
The wine barrels are empty now....
Let stay here... With a sheer...
We still have to a vow...
Take my hand... Let me hold you...
Make me fanned... You are a beauty to behold...
Dance with me... March with me...
I'm gonna tell you the story untold...
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Lolita Aug 2018
I was once alone walking on a lonely wet road.
And there I spotted a golden-red toad.
It began jumping as I walked, I thought it followed me
And suddenly he said "where else would I be?"

The voice struck my mind, I started panting.
A toad talking to a human? Never heard of such a ranting.
So I stopped walking, assuming that he won't.
But I could hear him in my mind saying "please don't".

I know this voice, I am freaked out.
He said "you know my name, I'm the one you cried out..."
Is he really talking to me or I'm just talking to myself.
Can't really think now as he winks that glassy-eye at myself.

I was sleepy, felt deluded, I think I started talking ghost.
He continued"...for you're the only one who loved me the most"
As I listen to all this, I felt I was about to faint.
"I'm sorry for all those dreams that I taint.".
I unusually woke up at 5am, started writing this piece, completed it in the school in the first period and was surprised because this is not the first thing I usually do when I wake up. Tell me I'm not the only one
Lolita Aug 2018
I want to meet aliens,
I'm fed up seeing these humans.
It's always the same old story.
Whole day is spent in God's glory.

I don't have any interest in us.
Loving, hating and fighting, all fuss.
Space and time is what matters for me,
I don't believe in God, there's no God for me.

Now, people call me an atheist,
that's what I hear everytime.
But I know I'm just a scientist,
I believe in what I see, my opinions don't mime.

I can make an atom bomb
And blow off this whole city somehow.
Then I'll ask you people,
Where's your God now?

I'm a sceptical person, I agree.
But my vision is clear; my mind is free.
Call me whatever, I don't think about it twice.
I'm happy with who I am, being yourself feels pretty nice.
Exploring all kinds of perspectives.
Lolita Aug 2018
Clear days feels so good and free.
So light as a feather can be.
Seeing flowers, river, trees and birds
Watching plays, music, singing a verse!

Another day with bright sunlight.
Everyone woke up, dealing with their personal fights.
Concreted world, grey and white.
Darkness everyhwere, whether it's a day or a night.
Throwback to when I was an 12 years old.
Lolita Aug 2018
Vacation in estivation,
Listening to psithurism.
When apricity comes on my face,
Enjoying watching fondescene.
Just came by with some new words, tried to rhyme, destroyed it.
Lolita Jun 2018
I was a little girl
I was sitting on a bench.
I saw a man claiming
"I have a big thirst to quench".

I looked at him
And gave him a big smile.
He was near me
Not even a mile.

Wrinkles on his face
Starving to death.
I offered him a candy
But he was already on ****.
Just the sort of poems you create when you are staring at the ceiling and wondering what to do with life.

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