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 Nov 2018 Ohani
michaela
in one sentence alone
you could either destroy my city
or build my home
 Nov 2018 Ohani
Sometimes Starr
Oh look,
There's more than meets the eye.
 Nov 2018 Ohani
ehxpen
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 Nov 2018 Ohani
Alana Jones
Everyone is beautiful in their own way, but not everyone is beautiful.
 Nov 2018 Ohani
H A N A
Mixtape
 Nov 2018 Ohani
H A N A
Those silly songs;
so sad but true
With lost feelings
of me and you

I played it on
with the tape's side A
Felt like blossoms of dawn
and flowers of May

I flipped the tape
Found side B's empty
The same thing I get
Every time you look at me

"You'll get over this."
You once confided
That's what our love is;
Too one-sided
I wrote this three years ago and I'd love to share it here with you! ♥
 Nov 2018 Ohani
Hannah Field
We're suicidal kids telling other suicidal kids suicide is not the answer.
 Nov 2018 Ohani
lovelywildflower
we're just talking about our future, and i've never wanted to fight for something so much in my life.
 Nov 2018 Ohani
XPY
Magic
 Nov 2018 Ohani
XPY
She had galaxies
In her eyes
And her tears
Were falling stars.
© XPY 2018
 Nov 2018 Ohani
zahra
when people are in love
they often say
they simply fell
tripped over their own two feet
face forward
and into the arms of their beloved

i did more than simply fall
onto the ground of your love

you, for me
were an ocean
and i dived
headfirst
roughly
harshly
almost painfully
into the waters of “you”

i knew i could not swim
but i did so anyway
i was drowning
entangled in you
surrounded by this being of “you”
engulfed in this feeling of “you”

and i did not know what came over me
but i let myself drown
i did not try to swim back up
because if i went back to land,
releasing myself from your grasp
that would mean losing the feeling of “you”

and after
submerging into the depth
the love
the passion
of “you”

how could i ever leave?
autumn melts the skies
her oranges like
bright rouge,
her yellows a
half hidden sun.

the fires of a waking
world, blown by
the branches of the
wind,

forgotten, an
ending sweeter
than the last
fragments of day
that dream as they
fall, caught by the
torn breezes that
scatter the leaves
westward and skyward
like little ribbons hurrying
along a once summer path.
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