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  Nov 2020 Sophia
natalie
the moon sets in the sky
like a bird knows how to fly,
many people travel by
they never wonder why.

days go by and by
are you living on a lie?

when you speak do you think?
do you ever stop to blink?
have you ever felt the brink?

you have to come to terms
the reality flame must burn,
you cant live your life like this
if youre living like a fish...

trapped in endless water,
do you ever even bother
to look at yourself and say
there has to be a better way.

there has to be happier days,
a tree with perfect shade
an unflawed picture in its frame
life cannot be a waiting game.
Sophia Nov 2020
spending my days
in between the sheets
peeking out at the sky as it speaks
one deep sigh
i watch as it shifts
from night time
to day time
flicking through the shades of blue
mixing together, painting a solemn hue
i hardly notice that time has gone by
until the new day arrives
sitting all alone
wasting all my time
Sophia Nov 2020
i am a stray
dragging my feet through the mud
waiting for the sun to drop
so i can hide in the shadows
for a little while.

i am not where i belong
i am stuck in a wave of pitfalls
but the earth keeps revolving
can it not hear me?
can it even see me?

when i scream,
beg,
plead,
for it to stop,
for it to slow down
so i can catch up
my body is here
but my mind is somewhere else.
a poem i wrote about disassociation.
Sophia Nov 2020
softly in a dream; you come to me
arms stretching out towards your light
i am overwhelmed, tip toeing through life
but softly in a dream; i am taken to a higher place
with you
i realise
  love is in bloom once again

now, i know not to run away
  from fear or from failure
i am anticipating the fool in me
falling gently for you
all i am; encapsulated as a soft breeze
merely indulging in the rush of things
yet swaying softly between the trees
i realise
   love is in bloom once again.

my heart composes a melody
every time we meet
which is complimented through every
word uttered from the harmonies you devise
softly in a dream; i wake with thoughts of you
i know i am safe until my demise,
laying contentedly by your side
for, i realise
  love is in bloom once again.
Sophia Nov 2020
we saw the storm brewing
like watercolour dripping on a page
each section of the sky, a different shade of blue
like when the milk in a cup of coffee curdles
and splits in two.

i should throw it all away,
or wash it down the sink
but when the dust settles
i'll still have so much to say,
by then it'll be too late.

we saw the storm brewing,
but we stayed quiet in the stillness
like a train stuck in it's tracks
because although the end was near
the sun would sometimes shine
through the dark clouds
which plagued the air above us.

yes, we saw the storm brewing
but it did not prepare us
for when the storm finally came.

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