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Dany Oct 2013
Imagine if old journals could talk,
The chaos they would provoke.
Old pages revealing to old lovers
All the bottled feelings and unspoken words
You never had the guts to say.
Imagine them telling the darkest secrets
You trusted to those pages
And sharing the spelling mistakes you made
In that poem you wrote and you thought
It was so dumb and no one would read.
I just say,
Don't trust old journals.
The old and wrinkled pages are indeed astute.
Dany Sep 2013
sleepless nights
and countless attempts
of flirting with death.
fear and loneliness
until the last breath.
Dany Sep 2013
whenever you feel sad
just remember the ones
that love you.

whenever you feel sad
just remember all the virtues
you have.

whenever you feel sad
just remember the most
underrated yet beautiful
little things this life has.

I can’t promise
you’ll feel better,
but I can tell
that you will
s m i l e.
Read the bold words.
Dany Sep 2013
She is the first girl
I've ever looked this way
and I find it so hard
not to look at her.

I can't decide what I like the most about her.
I love her eyes.
They're so close to each other, in a funny yet adorable way.
That big and dark brown pair. Oh, it's my favorite.

And the way her hair brings that shape to her face
just makes that doll-faced appear in my thoughts.
I don't really like her hair. But that I want to run my finger through it...
                                                           ­                                       yes, it's true.

Even her giving name agrees she stands out.
Too bad she prefers to call herself another name
but, at least there's someone
who enjoys
pronouncing it.

                                                            ­                                                                 ­                                     d.g

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