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May 2020 · 115
Spring peepers
fika May 2020
I hear
The frogs,
singing to their soul mates
Apr 2020 · 371
overthink
fika Apr 2020
overthinking is the key
to destruction
and i have demolished cities
Apr 2020 · 86
Growth
fika Apr 2020
i have watched the wild flowers
Grow
Grow
Grow
Grow
and bloom
just to start again
Apr 2020 · 94
Endless
fika Apr 2020
the only wars
i create
are against myself
i am my own worst enemy
Apr 2020 · 160
precious time
fika Apr 2020
you still have time.
to Live.
live /liv/ - spend one’s life in a particular way
Apr 2020 · 142
freedom from heartache
fika Apr 2020
if i knew leaving you would feel this good
i would have done it a Thousand times over again
Apr 2020 · 83
me
fika Apr 2020
me
i want to be everything i'm not
and nothing that i am

but everything i am
is enough
Apr 2020 · 102
fly
fika Apr 2020
fly
leaving you
set me free

finding you
let us fly
true love let’s you both fly.
Apr 2020 · 78
hollow
fika Apr 2020
i want to be everything i’m not
and nothing that i am
Apr 2020 · 91
Stretched
fika Apr 2020
I keep stretching
me
and who i want me to be
apart
Apr 2020 · 96
Present tense
fika Apr 2020
I live in the past
but with you,
I feel present
Apr 2020 · 80
perfect timing
fika Apr 2020
weakness is
living in the past
strength is
living in the present
living in the present is not easy
Mar 2020 · 82
Retrospect
fika Mar 2020
Let me go back in time
Let me prepare for this heartbreak
Let me stand strong
For now I am Weak
Mar 2020 · 62
Rain
fika Mar 2020
The sky cries for you
Let it pour.

Tears of joy.
Tears of misery.
Mar 2020 · 152
me and myself
fika Mar 2020
why is it so hard to love
what you hate

learn to love
what you hate.
self love is hard
Mar 2020 · 382
together
fika Mar 2020
I am my Storm.
I am my Sun.
Mar 2020 · 82
delicate
fika Mar 2020
make love to me like we used to
touch me truly
heal me

- i need you
Mar 2020 · 45
somber seasons
fika Mar 2020
the world is growing inside me
a flower is blooming on a beautiful day
in a few months the sky will become grey
causing my flower to wither away
i ask myself
why can’t it stay
i hope that one day
i can pick my flower
place it in a vase  
water it
and let it grow
i hope that one day
for me
another flower will blossom my way

i forced the seasons to change
i made my flower wither away.

i am the Storm.
i am the Sun.
This poem is about a women who is pregnant and her baby has birth complications and she has an abortion. This explains the struggle and emotional pain women face everyday.

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