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Cassie love Aug 24
Sometimes-
it's in stubborn  commitment ,
That impossibilities soften into possibilities .

For it's in trying that we overcome ,
And  in  persistence,
that we are remembered  above.
This is a reminder that no star is out of reach
Cassie love Aug 23
Every sunrise reminds me,
you should still be here.
To braid my hair like old times,
Cause honestly, it's a mess right now.

I'm still kind-hearted,
just like you taught me,
But the truth is,
I never learned how to live without you.

Every beautiful thing,
reminds me of you.
you were sensational-
In your own incomparable way.

The truth is,
I'll never say goodbye.
You live in my heart,
Still guiding me,
And I know you're proud of me
wherever you are
This is dedicated to someone who profoundly inspires me every single day.
Cassie love Aug 23
Right now, my heart is heavy.
I am sad and hopeless

What if what I think I have
I don't?

What if it's just a shield,
A way to hold in,
My anxieties,
My insecurities?

What if I was never meant to be
What I dream of,
What I have worked so hard for
Sometimes, the dreams we chase lead us down thrilling paths that spark our imagination and make us question if we were destined for something extraordinary!
Cassie love Aug 18
In my fantasies,I dream of a silent place,
Where only the birds dare to sing,
Their sweet melodies lighting up the morning.

A shelf full of books,
Each page breathing me back to life,
Whispering i belong in between the lines .

A garden blooming with flowers,
so radiant they seem to smile,
Filing the atmosphere with their fragrance.

And a fireplace comfy and enduring
Waiting eagerly to keep me warm
As i read my favorite words
Sometimes, my imagination transports me to a fictional world.
Cassie love Aug 18
How I love rainy days,
The sweet fragrance of petrichor fills the air-
So mere, yet satisfying.

Under the blankets,
The rain hums its soft lullaby,
And I sink into the tightest sleep.

Rain pulls me into thoughts
Drifting between nostalgia and what-ifs
While silence quietly dominates.
Rainy days calm me
Cassie love Aug 17
Have you ever lived in someone's shadow?
Cause I have .
And it's really breaks you quietly,
because no one cares to ask how you're really feeling .

It feels like walking into a room full of people ,
Where every gaze lands on her,
Every smile belongs to her,
While you stand there -unnoticed.

I stand there ,faking a smile ,
Pretending like it doesn't bite.
But deep down ,am wishing for an apocalypse .

But I bet you don't get it .
you were always the gem.
But if you ever wished someone would finally say ,
"Hey ,you are stunning ,"
Then you will know exactly how it  feels .
This piece is for everyone who has ever felt unseen while the world adored someone else. But it's s ok cause we are in this together
Cassie love Aug 14
I don't know what to call it
unrequited love , maybe
One sided  for sure,
You occupied a space in my heart ,
A drug i couldn't resist ,
A habit forming one.

I longed for your smile ,
Those ocean eyes
Glittering with mischief ,
your stare gave me butterflies
And awoke an extinct part of me

Small details,
like acknowledging my name ,
Made me feel seen ,
Like i mattered .
You opened a gate
Between imagery and realism

I had long nights
Creating our world ,
Where we dominated
And no one else mattered
Yet you had another world -
One i wasn't included in

Still i let you occupy me ,
Even when my mind whispered .
My heart was busy resisting,
And now i doubt
If you even noticed me .

But no_
I will never regret meeting you .
You will always be apart of me ,
Just like a book
I will always refer to .

So this is goodbye ,
From a girl who once felt seen,
Who was ready to give her all ,
Yet was let down .

Sometimes
some people aren't meant to stay .
They are stories left unfinished ,
Those with no final chapters.
Maybe that's what you were

Maybe it's time i choose me
Over us
My dreams over him _
Because i deserve great things .
I always did .
If you ever loved in silence you will reflect yourself here. I wrote this poem in one of my hardest nights of my life. At last it was me choosing myself

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