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 Sep 2017
Ella
Behind a pretty cover is where my healing soul waits.

Hiding from the world that destroyed me once before.

From the gaps in the pages i see others alike me being broken down

What I would give for the chance to pull them in out of the rubble,

But I can't

I'm healing

I protect my pretty cover,

Because it's all I have left.
Inspired to write this poem
 Sep 2017
Donna
Lying on soft bed
Dreaming beautiful dreams
Seashells gently snore
 Aug 2017
Semihten5
crocodile tears
hunt end
depends what
 Aug 2017
Zoe Nikolopoulou
Darkness, do not part
Gloom the ocean of my mind
Stars, do not shine bright
Bitter water, veil his life
Suffocate my memory
 Aug 2017
nivek
when Mankind is your muse
its always going to be autobiographical
 Aug 2017
olivia
the stars
are a way
the universe
is telling us
that beauty
can be found
in dark places
too
 Aug 2017
Richard Grahn
Living each moment
As it churns o’er the seashore
Memories drift by
 Aug 2017
Donna
Pigeon gently coos
Crows caw caws , aeroplane roars
Summer shares its voice
Woke to these lovely sounds this morn x
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