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  Dec 2014 Ellie Shelley
Lahela
I would break every heart on my way back to you.
While I introduce whomever I come in contact with,
My fire.
The fire you've discovered in me.
The fire you've sustained and encouraged.
I would show them how to dance the way we did,
And they would slowly crumble underneath the weight of the way you showed me
How to love.
Because, darling, we were something else.
We are everything everyone else only wishes for under their breath,
But never declares directly to the sky.

If you were to leave,
I'd become the hands that leave prints into their souls
And the whisper that weaves throughout their very being...
They would remember the way I touched them, and
The way my voice curved the letters in their name

Never willing to admit they could feel my fingers painting your body,
And when my voice reaches for you... They know.

I really am just a dream,
Because you were my reality.
  Dec 2014 Ellie Shelley
Gul e Dawoodi
Vow
At the beginning of this year
Me and my life took a vow together
We shall not cheat on one another,
We shall play fair
I tried my best,
But life did what it always does
I lost more than what I lost in last year
So I took a vow at the end of this year,
Not to trust life
Because it's so unfair!
Ellie Shelley Dec 2014
Breathing
Your airy words now lack the conviction to make me listen 
Your flow-y hair no longer makes me worship you 
Your bubblegum lips may speak 
But you just say words 
There is no longer poetry in the curve of your hips 
Your hands no longer create art 
Your body language has gone extinct 
I used to write symphonies dedicated to you walking away from me 
I wrote sonnets about the warmth of your embrace chilled by your past 
Your eyes no longer no longer tell the world you love it
The voice you have no longer speaks poetically
Your breath used to manifest hope
But now it manifests into the background noise of an average high school girl
And this background noise seems to be on repeat
You used to put pure emotion on paper
But now its pure desperation
What happened to the girl who used to stop her feet screaming **** the system
Because all thats in front of me is a tip toeing girl afraid to make a sound
You used to cry out songs
But now your trying to bleed out a poison rooted in your veins
You are no longer powerful
Your head is no longer held high
When did you trade your best friend for abuse?
When did you trade poetry for drugs?
*When did you trade in your self?
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