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my problem
was holding on too tight
but even knowing this
i would hold onto you
forever
 Nov 2017 Heart of secrets
Raven
i’m never going to be your dream girl
i have sharp edges
and bones too strong from all the breaking they did

but i like that you still try
i like that you still hold my hand
i like that still you look at me
and when you do
i sometimes see what i could be
It's the way she holds her head when you talk
The way her eyes light up when she sees a dog
The way her hair frizzes around her head like a halo
The way her body will melt into you when you hold her
She's beautiful

It's the way she talks to the voices in her head
The way she walks
The way she talks
The way she takes care of you

It's the way she holds you when you've had a long day
Or how soothing her voice is when your demons come to play

She's beautiful
But you never told her.
Every experience and interaction
can spark a poem
WHEN writer is aligned to emotional body of the human vessel.
Today I shall
consciously release old mind patterns
of judgement and ego limitations
so my divinity shines,
and peace is mine.
Inspired by conversation with dr zik Thanks.
They haven't met each other yet,
But they've already fell in love,
I can bet

Spent days talking to each other,
Without physically hearing the words,
straight from their lover

Attachment became inevitable,
When it goes on everyday like this,
Its impending, unescapable

Promises were made without a doubt
They needed to reassure each other, that the feelings won't fade out

They've already invested in the idea,
How they want a future together,
Even to naming their daughter Sofia

It all seemed so perfect,
But they were never aware, that their relationship was the imagination's effect

They still haven't met each other yet,
It's a concept that millennials get,
By filling their lives with regret
I think our generation "the millennials" tend to go through this situation at least once. We somehow could find comfort in strangers online, and finally feel attach. We fill ourselves with these feelings and finally fall for something so abstract.
 Nov 2017 Heart of secrets
Eva
Crash
 Nov 2017 Heart of secrets
Eva
Oh my poor whole world
Is crashing down
In stinging purple spark explosions
And salty little girl tears
And I can hear
The echos of
Every time
I ever wished on pastel birthday candles
Distorted, flooding,
Rushing like ice white water
Wish Wish Wish
 Nov 2017 Heart of secrets
Sierra
I've started hating all
of the music that
I love
and maybe it’s because
I hear you in every
song
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