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His hands,
My hands,
Intertwined
Like two ropes
Knotted together
In a bond
Of
Eternity
 May 2016 Dominika Bonikowska
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i once had a crush
he was a fine young man but
he just crushed my heart
now i hate him lol
“Who am i?” thinking about myself,
questioning the things i feel.
Trying to figure out who i’ve become,
and what is real.

I can feel it fading,
the person that i used to be.
Slowly losing all the memories,
that once defined me.

How can i be certain?,
of the things i think.
This unstable boat i’m on called life,
already starting to sink.

No one there to help me,
my forgotten despicable self.
Like an old dusty book,
thrown away on the unreachable top shelf.
The best poets
give us mirrors
to
better see
ourselves
10w
Her voice is the only sound that doesn't cause my head to ache

Her smile is the purest thing I've ever seen

And her lips are a gateway to heaven

Like an indescribable cure she does more healing than the pills ever could

Pain has no business being in my heart when her hands are on my skin

Our days spent together seem to stop time

The pink sunset skies I see outside my windows are eternal

The songs of the birds no longer sound generic

She creates beauty in the simplest places

She is everything
This is basically an extremely different version of my poem Her Voice.
You, me and my melancholy.
And nobody fxcks harder than her.
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