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i want to live
that's a lie
i want to die
it doesn't matter
the pain i feel
has become too real
the brightness in my life
has quickly gone away
the darkness
overcame me
the love in my life
slipped through my fingers
the sadness
took over
the light
She who's quiet all the time
But there are so many thoughts
consuming her mind.

She who is easily scared
But likes the darkness where
all of her secrets are shared.

She who is a catastrophe in reality
Yet in peace with her dreams
and out of this world fantasies.

She who is surrounded with people;
But her defenses are up; walls, high
Always have been scared to fall.

She who always try to understand;
Other people but never herself;
Now lost again and wants to be found.

She who knew what happiness like
Clouded by her own mistakes;
Fault and blame, that made her break.

She who needs someone
To sit with her in the darkness
Comforting words, waiting for the sun.

She, who wants to be seen
For who she really is,
To never give up and just believe.

She, the best she has ever been
Bright smiles and carefree laughs
She once had, now, slightly dim.

She, who wants to be fixed
Still trying on her own,
Still waiting to be held.

She, who desperately crying for help
A real mess inside her head;
Tears running, and now she sleeps.
Hoping it'll get better.
Your eyes
Are the most gorgeous shade
Of home,

Complemented perfectly
By
A smile the colour of love.
If there's any hope left
It's sewn in the edges of the stars
That sprinkle over the midnight sky
While I lay fitting perfectly
In your warm arms...

If there's any hope left
It's in the echoing sounds of the music
Dancing out of our guitars
While we strum and sing
Perfectly to the beat
Of our mending hearts...

If there's any hope left
I see it in your smile
And in the pool of your deep dark eyes
When you pull me close
Next to the cackling of the bonfire
And the sound of the gossiping woods...

If there's any hope left
I feel it in your lips
As they pull and whisper in mine
I feel it on your warm skin
As your fingers electrify my body
To spell out "I love you"
Over and over again
Till the morning wind
Blows on our fates
*And washes the hope away...
A resurrected piece that makes me think of how much has changed since the autumn season when this was written. This particular poem was a bit longer and a lot more depressing at the end so here's a sneak peek. I guess I'm back to taking over RH's account so happy writing lovelies~BM
Her life is a book
but without enough pages for a happy ending
There once was a young girl, shy
And pretty, but unaware of her grace.
On late summer days she gazed up to the sky,
Trying to slow down worlds enormous pace.

She understood there was more outside,
than poppy fields and hazy clouds,
while most people blindly joined life's crazy ride,
she resolved to walk without the crowd.

On her untapped path she spotted a flower,
blue and lovely as she has never seen it before.
For flowers blooming in unexpected places she swore,
are the most beautiful ones holding the greatest power.
To all who are brave enough to take the untapped paths in life and be themselves
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