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 Jan 2019 Nysa
Nikita
Why do I still need to know you're okay to fall asleep?

Why do I still want to see you smile?

Why do I still think of you?

Even though, I know that I don't love you.
 Jul 2018 Nysa
Pyrrha
They didn't write about this in the fairytales of my childhood
They never told me love could fade away
That it is hard to find, but easy to lose

They never gave me forewarning that my heart could be broken by my prince
Or that I could be the breaker of his
Who knew we were given such power, such responsibility?

They never told me there were other princesses roaming in his mind
They never told me of other princes who could catch my eye
Who knew of such dishonesty, such infidelity?

Who knew love was something so fragile?
As if it were porcelain it slips through your fingers so fast
To be shattered like the illusion of the fairytale love story in your mind
When you see the truth a ******* leaves behind
 Jul 2018 Nysa
Pyrrha
A Poets Love
 Jul 2018 Nysa
Pyrrha
A poets heart is like a riddle
The answers are clear but hidden
Pellucid until they are ready to be seen

When a poet falls for you
They fall for all of you
Your insecurities become their favorite parts

Beware of a poets heart
Full of emotion to drown you in their words
They pull you in and refuse to let you go

Be careful with a poets heart
They are easy to capture, hard to contain
Even easier to break and harder to replace

Don't underestimate a poet
We are the masters of charisma
Words are our vice

Never forget to treasure a poets love
Theres nothing else like it in the world
No amount of searching will give you the feeling of a poets heartfelt
"I love you"
 Jul 2018 Nysa
Meghan
Being white...is now a sin to society.







I was nothing but a plain canvass. Hanging in the wall, the consummate design of purity. One day, I threw a dot in the middle of my frame to see how life is like. Then all of the sudden, I became the attention of most paintings. I was art. I was meaningful. The thought of my imperfection is art. But not all commits to that sense of style, and they judged me. They smudged me with colors I'm unfamiliar with. Their hands changed me in terms of tragedy, just like themselves. My innocence became abstract with different intentions. The white no longer defined me, but the sins they made me do provide.
 Jul 2018 Nysa
Lyn-Purcell
Colour
 Jul 2018 Nysa
Lyn-Purcell
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Your colours were predestined long ago.
There is beauty in all shades, physically speaking and symbolically.
So embrace it and be empowered ^-^
Hope you enjoy my Colour Lanterns!
Thank you guys so much, especially for 124 followers!!!!
LOVE Y'ALL!!!!
Lyn ***
 Jul 2018 Nysa
Bree
Selfish
 Jul 2018 Nysa
Bree
One day you’re there
And the next you’re not
But it wouldn’t be honest to say
You’ve broken my heart
I wanted you here to heal
What was already broken
To listen to my thoughts I have left unspoken
I wanted you to be my hero
And I was disappointed when you couldn’t be
But this was so much to ask of you
So I suppose the selfish one is
Me
We're almost touching.
we were walking side by side,
you're talking about cabs in your hometown.
I can feel the gravity of your hand, calling my fingers
whispering "it's alright."

We're touching but not quite.
you held my shoulder to protect me from the passing cars.
and for the first time in a long while, I felt so fragile.
In this world where I find it hard even to breathe,
you believed me.

I almost said it.
All I need is one ounce of strength to tell you every single thing that I have ever felt about you.

I want to find home in your collarbones.
Would you be kind enough to let a stranger in?
I want to seep in your being because I'm cold.
The world is harsh and my cracks are aching.

Almost.
Please don't ever become a stranger,
whose laugh I can recognize anywhere.
 Jul 2018 Nysa
Kae
Remember Me
 Jul 2018 Nysa
Kae
Remember me

Remember me when I leave,
And not seen for months at a time.

Remember me when I go,
To a place that you do not know.

Remember me when I don’t return,
From where you left me.

I ask you to remember me,
Because one day I will leave.

I beg you to remember me,
Because one day I will go.

I compel you to remember me,
Because one day I won’t return.

Now I must wonder,
Will you remember me,
When I am just a picture in a frame?

— The End —