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Leah Feb 2019
We make our way through the crowd
Searching for a soulmate
Searching for a creature to understand our demons
we carry a wreath of daisies and hidden tears
Put a smile, laugh a little bit louder and there you go
Preparing for the big cruel world
In the end, clinging to our wounds
We slowly start to understand
that we are the only ones that stay even when the world ends
Leah Jan 2019
Take my time away from here
Hope my end that isn’t near
Make me want to cut my hair
Tell me life is never fair
Faded polaroids around our bed
Your hand feels so hard to let
Touch my body softly with a feather
Hope your kisses remain forever
  Jan 2019 Leah
Demons
I feel like a wasted soul.
A hologram of skin and bones.
Leah Jan 2019
Lurking for me in the shadows of despair
I see no strenght in my spirit, cracking again
Loud noises bring me eternal softness laying between you and the void
Droping tear, licking blood, making me want nothing
Then come back for more
Seeing you can’t help
Absorbing your glances and that makes me capable of escaping this hole of bones
I can break them now
Scattering them through the silence of my echo
Illusion running through my veins, filled with cinnamon and grapes.
You owe me grass of open locks
Right before I became a prisoner in a coma
Leah Jan 2019
Fading.
She is born of ashes.
Changing.
Discrepant kind of star.
Tainted.
Her skin reminds of smoked daisies.
Damaged.
At first naive, then she turned invincible.
Sparkling.
Her yellow sleeves kissed her ****** skirt.
Intoxicated.
She was hiding a passionate and thirsty soul.
Vanishing.
Oh. The universe chewed her.
You have never seen someone like her.
Leah Jan 2019
Grab your waist.
Put you close to me.
Feel my face.
It’s so cold you see.
Toxic soul.
Hidden deep in me.
Burn inside.
I ain’t feeling free.
Stay away.
Fake as we can be.
Leah Jan 2019
Pale eyes flooding the room, wishing they could bloom.
We see ourselves naked under the carpet of flowers.
We burn because of decisions of ours.
Their minds are limpid, their eyes like liquid. Isolating myself from temptation, crawling out faster.
I bite my tongue and they heard me sneaking.

— The End —