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 May 2020 Mira
Sole
Everything
 May 2020 Mira
Sole
You are everything.

I had a dream the other night, a rare one where I didn’t see you
Yet I woke up and could still sense
The lingering comfort of your presence
I think
My dreams are made of you too.
I love you
 Jul 2018 Mira
tc
of one thing
i am sure
and that is
that i am
unsure of
myself
and it’s funny
how i can’t
sleep but my
chest closes its
eyes and hums
with a heartbeat
that is unsure of
itself, too.
i try to morph
into a body
i don’t feel
belongs to me
just so i can
fit somewhere
fit in somewhere
and i tell so
many stories
about the
universe, it
forever feels
like i am trying
to remain lost.
i am unsure
of myself;
connecting the
moles on my
skin as if they
will spell out
something bigger
so i can feel
like i matter,
at least for
a little while.
i sleep beside
myself, stare at
a reflection
so unfamiliar
i couldn’t even
identify it in
a crowd of
strangers, but
i am trying.
and one day
i’m sure i’ll
be sure
of myself but
until then,
i’ll morph into
someone i can
be proud of
and hope that
the universe
sends me back
to myself.
 Jul 2018 Mira
Graff1980
Untitled
 Jul 2018 Mira
Graff1980
Her iris is absorbed in an
elegant explosion,
a big bang
of hazel glory
that expands from
the center of
her ocular universe.
 Apr 2018 Mira
ali
i’m sorry
 Apr 2018 Mira
ali
i’m sorry
that i love you.

yet,
i still can’t stop this.
my heart is a traitor,
is the reason
my pen is stuttering now.

it’s done
and over,
and i know that.
but knowing that
and truly believing that..
well those are two different things.
 Apr 2018 Mira
walterrean salley
God is my sun
Dissipating the clouds.
No dark is too great
That his love can’t penetrate;
His rays shine through.
And no gloom can loom
Where God beams.
 Apr 2018 Mira
Sole
Prince of Orange
 Apr 2018 Mira
Sole
She'd expect me to describe her freckles.
Believing they were all that people saw; yet they were mildy raindrops of colour that kissed her face.

Or maybe they didn't bother her at all, maybe her discontent for herself lay deeper than so,
so deep her worries were unrecognizable to others,
Or perhaps too below the surface for anyone to take the time to discover;

perchance in the fear of their own suffocation.

Yet warmth still radiated off of her skin, and words of cognizance
dripped off her tongue
in a way similiar to that of lazy drops of water on a closed faucet.

Her eyes,
dark pools stained with swirls of cinnamon,
continued to have the same calming effect as that of a melancholic sunset.

More so,
if looked into at the right moment,
its possible to begin to understand the meaning of companionship,
the mere contentedness of old friends
and laughter,
followed by the yearning of someone to love,
and to be loved in return.
Tessa, my blue sunshine
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