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85 · Jan 2021
Fake Plastic trees:
Naomi Jan 2021
Baby, we don't talk anymore

I know you're in a town full of rubber plans

It wears you out to think of me

                                                       to remember us...

I hope you'll forgive me one day

You'll let go of your rubber thoughts and I'll let go of mine

We can pretend to be happy again

I can pretend you still care

I still care
Radiohead gives me ideas
85 · Jan 2021
Today
Naomi Jan 2021
Today I'm older
I'm bolder

I'll live near the city
and I'll see all the things I dreamed about in my sleep

When I'm
younger...
I'll live by the sea
and I'll see all the things you talked about in your sleep

"Let me walk you home from school".....

"Let me drive you to work"....

"I suppose you need a ride"..

Let's walk by the sea
Let's swim near the shore
85 · Jan 2021
We used to be lovers
Naomi Jan 2021
I'm intimidated by the thought of you loving another

The light glimmers between your hands, but it seems to fade rather quickly.

And I should know better but I'm blown away.
Inspired by the song "thor"
81 · Jan 2021
I went to the woods:
Naomi Jan 2021
"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived".

Walden by Henry David Thoreau
I finished this book today and thought more people should see it:
61 · Dec 2020
Hey Mr.Stargazer
Naomi Dec 2020
hEY Mr. STARgazer
Dad loves stars, but hates darkness.
Mom loves driving, but  hates traffic.
Brother loves, but can't forgive.
Professor loves questioning, but  won't answer a simple question.
Love has a fascination for  eyes, but not when their teary.
You say you love the sun, but you hate getting burned.

                  Hey Mr. Stargazer, have you ever noticed how people only love the best version of, well, everything? They ignore the truth. Beauty comes from sacrifice. A calm soul comes from a suffering past, a bright starry night comes from a million stars imploding.

— The End —