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 Dec 2015 Little Bird
Ciara Ryan
I wish I could fall in love again
So no time, no time wasted was spent
I would stand up and kiss you all day
In the hopes that you would stay

Follow me into the night
Your eyes are the only things left that are bright
Kiss me, hold me, never let me go
Cause I just want you to know

You're the only one for me

Follow me into the dawn
Everything else is foregone
It's just you and me
The rest are asleep so no one will see

Just lay your head on my shoulder
Can you tell that the world is getting colder?
That's the distance growing between us
Only we can change it with one simple buss

But I don't want it anymore
I suffered for too long
Trying to get us to go further along
But all I was doing was forcing what we really are

Strangers
...
 Dec 2015 Little Bird
dravenstorm
Maybe I'm Just
A Little Afraid
That Whenever
Someone Gets
A Little Closer
To Me,
They Always Have
To Leave Me
And Find Someone
Better,
Always.
Relax.
Everything's
Gunna be
Alright.
Relax now.
Deep breaths.
Inhale. Exhale.
Now remember all the
Good times.
Yeah, you'll be alright.
Only a few more deep breaths,
Until all things work out again.
The first letter of every line spells out the title.
 Dec 2015 Little Bird
Pax
-words-
 Dec 2015 Little Bird
Pax
Words inspire, Words transpire
They are the writer’s creation
a peak of the writer’s soul

A positive release
Or
A negative outcome

Dull words into creative thinking
Sparkles of wellness
Pure and Raw emotions collide
Reflections of what we imagine
Beginners and new beginning
Flows in a dynamic determination
Empowering its readers
Curious to meaningful insight
Playful art of thoughts
For me
For you
For everyone
To
Enjoy
a 3 year old poem of mine, inspired on how words create art.
You make me more
Of who I want
To be.
Like the rains drench the*
soil, drench me in your
love. Let there be a
Thunderstorm

© Dr. PRERNA SINGLA, 2015
There's a peculiar kind of beauty that can only be experienced
with the innate knowledge that the moment is fleeting
and the most intense beauty can only be seen in
the presence of both light and shadows.
For it’s often in the loss of a thing
that its worth to us becomes
most precious and by
letting it go with
grace we can
best savor
its purest
delights.
Realizing
that the pain
runs so deep only
because the beauty ran
so deep and that without
it having once touched us we
wouldn't now know the emptiness
of its loss, our grief will eventually turn to
thankfulness that it ever touched us at all, and
we will be left awed by the mystery of its haunting.
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