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hannah Dec 2017
As we all wake up
But we aren't the same
Continuously living the same as we did yesterday
Dying inside cause we feel we have nobody
Everyone not caring what they say
For some people, fight to save their life
Giving her life
Her life is now actually being noticed
Inside her, a fire raged
Joyfully she would lay it all down
Killing her soul softly
Love didn't win
Mending broken hearts
Never thinking of herself
Out of the ashes
Placed others needs before her own
Quitting the pain
Ripping through a past of scars
Shutting out others thoughts
Unlike all the others
Violence would cease
Was it all in vain
Xyst: something she has always wanted to see, now she can
Yellow, blue flowers and many more flowers to see
Zymotic is something she felt
Xyst: a garden walk planted with trees
zymotic: relating to or being an infectious or contagious disease.
hannah Dec 2017
Sometimes I wish to be one with the sky.
I wish I could see the view up from above.
It would only be a day or 2.
Am I ready for blast off?
Fitting right in with the colorful sky
See all the beautiful lines and clouds in the sky while I float along with the lines
Reaching for stars I could finally touch
It may seem like a crazy thing
Maybe I would discover something new
But I will have to wait till I’m Ready
I will have to wait to be one with the sky!
hannah Dec 2017
All the plans we made
But
Cause you failed
Don't think about them
Even if I forgive you
For it will never make a difference
Great talking to you for a while
Hardly in my life now
I shouldn't have trusted you
Just keep living my life without you in it
Keep ignoring your calls saying you need us
Locked up in a different part of my heart while
Many others are in a different spot
Never feeling like I should trust you again
Obviously, you don't understand that
Please just let me be
Quit thinking your all you think you are, cause to others you aren’t
Really, the games have gotten old
Surely you will understand all you have done one day
Though right now I guess you know is how to play your little games
Uniquely put me together in a way I wish I wasn’t put together
Valuing the places that don't remind me of you
Why won't you change
Xyst is a place that calls me when I’m around you even though I don’t want to
You will hopefully understand one day
Zipping away our memories, for now, maybe someday they won’t have to be zipped
xyst: a garden path full of trees

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