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Keara Marie Jan 2020
A storm is coming, I hope it's ready for me.
Keara Marie Jan 2020
At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
Keara Marie Jan 2020
You're a beautiful kind of madness. A misunderstood truth..
Keara Marie Feb 2019
Never have I ever dealt with anything more difficult than my own soul.
Keara Marie Jan 2019
Why do I bother?
Trapped in desire.
Feel so close.
But I can't touch the fire.
The sun goes up, then the sun goes down.
Day after day.
My conscience, she drowns.
We only pray for winter when summer comes around.
Don't look away...
I'm afraid of who I am.
Today, the winds howl on and on.
Please hold onto me.
I'm slipping away.
My dreams are starting to get freaky.
But don't worry, I'm still dancing to the leaking sink.
Drip drop, drip drop...
I'm starting to think I'm crazy.
There's no need for their worries though.
Because I believe they already know that careful gets boring.
And how would they know what's good for me?
The moon comes out, then the moon fades away.
Night after night.
My conscience, she drowns.
You're afraid of who I am.
Tonight, the rain pours on and on.
Hold onto me.
I'm slipping away.
Please spare me from myself.
It's hard enough with everyone else...
I think my soul's rebelling.
Can someone tell me what I'm thinking?
When the sun goes down and the moon comes out.
Day after night.
My conscience, she drowns, just a little bit more...
Keara Marie Nov 2017
Ink
I'm the author of my life,
but, unfortunately,
I'm writing in ink and can't erase my mistakes.
Keara Marie Nov 2017
Have you ever thought about the word pain in painting? It’s amazing how you can take pain and make it into something so beautiful.
Painting is one of my favorite hobbies and it helps calm my mind when I feel pain.

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