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Amelia Nov 2020
Will you let me read your mind?
Enter into your space-dust thoughts
Nebula’s sprinkled eyes fixated
Dragging onto my galaxy twisted heart
Years spent orbiting the moon -  back to you.
Amelia Jun 2020
We sit in a room with nothing
but the scorching fire burning my skin,
and a cigarette pressed against my lips.
Yet, you are the thing
that causes the most harm.
Amelia Jun 2020
Her pale skin knew all the secrets.
When the maze would twist,
and when it would turn,
when it etched a clear path,
and whispered the escape route.

His dark skin was trapped.
The maze unleashed its branches,
tightening the grip around his body,
tangling him up in the mess
that she had created.

It was designed
by her ancestors,
for only one to win.
This maze
is the one they call life.

She needed to forge a new path.
One where he leads, she follows.
One where the branches
only burden the deserved,
and not for the colour of their skin.
I understand that I will never understand. However, I stand with you.
Amelia Apr 2020
I don't want to be in a world
where you're not here.

I don't want to be in a world
that crushes you when you're down,
where you try to reach for happiness
but can only frown,
because deep inside, you can only drown.

I don't want to be in a world
that is full of such hate,
where you feel like you're not important and that's your only fate,
because together, I promise you, we'll re-write the slate.
Amelia Feb 2020
I can’t deal with this anymore,
the world is damaged to its core.

When I look around me,
disaster is all I see.

Cooped up in fear,
what is really happening here?

Confinement of body, mind and soul,
yearning to feel whole.

Piece by piece it’s falling apart.
Please I beg, can we restart?

How do I begin
in a world that is caving in?

How do I progress
when the world is filled with emptiness?

How am I blessed
when there’s barely anything left?

Just please...tell me
Amelia Nov 2019
Dust filters through their fingers,
each grain slowly slipping away.

Pushing forwards
And feeling the strong repel of backwards.

All that remains now are the ashes
of the dreams that you let die.
Amelia Oct 2019
The wilted leaves of the plant you gave me
begin to peel away
lingering on the sunny window ledge
starting to fade on this day.

I laughed at its structure
and how it reminded me of us:
started out blooming and blossoming
but soon we lost our trust.

Today, I feed a new plant
with the tears I cried over you,
and with the warmth that I never received,
I began to build something new.

I smiled at its structure
and how it reminded me of myself:
started out small and feeble
But I am no longer just a decoration on the shelf.
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