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273 · Oct 2017
River-tales
Jolivia Martin Oct 2017
Deep into the crevices of my taunted heart
Fill me with lies drenched in the scent of love
The misery beneath your deep red lips
Is a mystery we all yearn to solve

Tell me that you love me
Let me know that you will always care
Whisper something romantic
Your lies feed the sweet silent anguish I bear
187 · Oct 2017
Tweens
Jolivia Martin Oct 2017
Very few princesses grow to become queens
"Theres something about you."
That's what my father always told me.

Not all queens are crowned
An innate monarchical spirit dwells within them
They can never step down

I've always seen myself as just piece of the earth
But as I've grown, I've learned to appreciate
All that I am for my true worth

I've come to see that life is self is filled with reflection
So many imperfect wonders
Yet we aim for the idea of utter perfection

— The End —