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sun
you are like the sun
i might be flying too high
wanting you
you are further than i can reach
but close enough to hurt me
i can feel you melting my wax as
i come closer longingly
ignorant of my own doom
because i only realized
how little i knew you
so as i make a last attempt
my own wings tear apart
and i'm left
falling alone
 Sep 2018 Grace Spellman
arielle
You don't know
what I've seen
but I hope
one day,
you'll see that
i love you
more
than you love me
heartbroken
 Aug 2018 Grace Spellman
Isabelle
i touched your soul
and scribbled my name on it
love, you’ll never get lost again
 Aug 2018 Grace Spellman
Tharuki
I'm stuck between the
past and the future.
memories and dreams
life and death.
 Aug 2018 Grace Spellman
Buzz
Feelings die,
mine for you is probably dead,
but it fossils still remains buried
d
    e
       e
          P  in the ruins of my heart.
I wear a watch just because I like the way it looks.
I don't actually use it to keep the time.
I buy books even though I haven't sat down and finished one in many years.
I've already listened to Christmas music this year and bought an iced pumpkin spice latte from Starbucks even though August hasn't ended yet.

And I might be in love even though it's one sided and I swore I wouldn't fall for anyone for a long time.
In conclusion, I'm an idiot.
 Aug 2018 Grace Spellman
Helena
like yellow flowers
on faded dreams
you came to me
gently,
with the soothing voice
of a sweaty spring
thank you, old friend
for being able to be
dark enough to see
the hidden light
in me

i will not go into the times we shared
asphyxia and summer air
juxtaposed to form
an inseparable pair

who am I, old friend
when the ship´s horn blares
if you made me who I am
(if you made me scarce)

like yellow flowers
on faded dreams
you left me
softly, without
any warning of
the lack of color
(there would be)
without your splendor
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