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arian May 2019
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where'd they go?
arian May 2019
your eyes have been as blue as the ocean,
with thoughts that could break the walls down.
with your feet wandering backwards,
your hands reached the ghosts
which you got rid of once.
your tongue coldly murmured the curse
with no exceptions for those you held close.
wanting the sun and the moon to transpose
with mind wishing for creatures of doubt.
arian May 2019
i'm sorry but i'm building this wall around me,
so, the monsters can't get you, too.
you'll be safe.
arian May 2019
the raging ocean,
which was undefeated,
gave up to the sun
so it can be closer
to the moon at night.
but the moon looks better without them floating in the sky.
arian Apr 2019
the glass is neither half full, nor half empty.
it is rather full and overflowing.
it, then, creates
an ocean of images
of past lovers.
i'm drowning.
arian Mar 2019
i kept those monsters locked in a cage,
so they couldn't get out.
but hell,
i didn't know caging my heart cost me a lot.
arian Mar 2019
it confuses me
every time people say
their monsters live in their head.
so,
why do mine live in my heart?
i can't tame them.
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