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47 · Oct 2020
Numb
Rita Oct 2020
Morning thoughts fog up my mind,
And I can't feel at all.
46 · Sep 2020
In my mind
Rita Sep 2020
You're lost
You can't find yourself
Yet I know exactly where you are
In my mind, you reside.
Man-made distance
Rips us apart.
What will you decide?
To cover yourself and hide?
Or will you blossom?
Like a fragile flower,
A little need for sunshine
Not a huge problem.
I can find you.
I can heal you.
Let yourself go darling,
Fall into my hands
I'll help you regain control.
But,
You're lost
You can't find yourself.
I know where you are,
In my mind, you reside.
Maybe even until the end of time.
45 · Oct 2020
Tired
Rita Oct 2020
I'm tired,
I can't focus.
My eyes are heavy from all the tears I hold back.

I'm sleepy,
I want to sleep.
My mind won't let me relax, or simply not think.
44 · Sep 2020
Wake me
Rita Sep 2020
With eyes as black as the midnight sky,
And touch as soft as feathers.
You blocked the train of thought passing by in my mind,
The one I would've jumped in front of.
You brought my attention back to reality,
Yet I was still stuck in a dream-like daze.
44 · Sep 2020
Kiss
Rita Sep 2020
The pure focus his expression holds,
I can hear the wheels turning in his head.
Click clack, click clack.
His hands against the keyboard.

My voice speaks up,
Just slightly,
Maybe overly politely:
Can I have a kiss?

All the focus towards the screen in front of him vanishes,
And pure bliss surrounds me.
He turns around,
And in the silence,
He kisses me.
Here
39 · Sep 2020
Show, don't tell
Rita Sep 2020
One day i got recommendations,
I should read some of my creations.
Friendly woman with the heart of gold,
Passed me the confidence,
The will to make me grow.
People surrounded me and everyone was happy,
Although the underlying reason for the things happening
Started boiling.
I started falling,
Losing myself.
Never ending, always on the road.
Pretty mama, where'd you go?
This is a blank canvas.
Just show, don't tell.
That all the scars you put on yourself,
They are all just theft.
Of feeling, of emotion, of living and of life as the one who's always
The last left.

— The End —