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Isabelle Jul 2016

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..for
kindness
knows
no
language...


Just a pure heart and soul..
Isabelle Jul 2016
She was a hoarder
-of memories

And it was good and bad
Holding on to memories..
Isabelle Jul 2016
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*Because when I do,
I always end up with thoughts of you
Because when I do,
I always end up writing about you

And you see,
My words will be tinted with you
You will see a hint of you in every story
Every stanza will be inspired by you

You see,
I'll end up writing about you
That's why I don't want to write anymore
I'll just end up missing you
I'll just end up thinking what we could have been

I don't want to write anymore,
Each line is heartbreaking
Every word is killing me
Because it was all for you

I don't want to write anymore,
I just miss you so bad
That it hurts so much

I don't want to write anymore,
Surely  everything I will write
Will be all for you
And it will mean I can't move on
~

Remembering how to forget you.
  Jul 2016 Isabelle
complexify
There was a legend
Unknown to mankind
It has been kept secret
From the minds of ordinary.

It was about the Sun and the Moon
And about a little boy who knew.

The Moon always said to him
Whenever the darkness veils
'Don't worry, in darkness I'll light your path.'
But when the Sun rose, the Moon flee.
It was said until then
That the Moon was a she
And the Sun was a he.

Every single day
Until eternity
The Sun would be chasing his fate.
He was convinced
That the Moon is his soulmate
And he should ask the Moon for a date.

The little boy knew their story
And he knew more than he should
About the God's infinite decree.

The Moon, however
Was convinced that
The Sun is not her soulmate
She was told that if he succeeded in his pursue
The world would be ripped.

In pain, the little boy watched their parade
Days and nights, time seemed to fade.

What's so hard for them to go on one date
Even though the skies are the ones at stake?
idk?
  Jul 2016 Isabelle
kara
I am not an ex lover

you can’t remember the name of

I am the ghost of a mistake

you can’t quite shake the shame of
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