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I consider them as my everything
but they don't know that.
They are the reason why I sing
wherever I'm at.

They have inspired me
to do better.
They are my reality
and my gold treasure.

They introduced me to this,
a world completely unfamiliar
but it was pretty bliss
to be somewhere quite peculiar.

We'll be heading our own ways soon
I'm not so prepared.
Without them I'm a song without a tune,
a machine that can't be repaired.

Yet I thank you,
for everything.
I did what I wanted to.
You are my favorite thing.
"they" are my friends.
- *kyle, mika, maya, kisha* -
 Apr 2017 Lady Misfortune
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VI
 Apr 2017 Lady Misfortune
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VI
and even after all these years when everything changes, i will still be here for you
Hp's wonderful change
painting my world beautiful
like morning sunshine
xoxo
Rushing through everything
as if I would cease to live
at any moment
burns me out quite often.
Now its time to pause
not to look back or front
Just to be
but nowhere around..
for a while I guess
let's see how it will be!
I guess knowing when and how to pause is very crucial in life.
 Apr 2017 Lady Misfortune
TG
It is your laugh,
that **** cosmic spell
that bounds me so
passionately.

It is your gaze,
that **** enchantment
that keeps me in orbit
perpetually.
#write #understanding #life #poetrytruth #relief #someone #seeks
 Apr 2017 Lady Misfortune
TG
Lies
 Apr 2017 Lady Misfortune
TG
You rehearsed your lies
like incantations
weaving it into poetry,
reverberating iridescent
echoes upon my foolish heart.

...

"I love you"
"I want a lifetime of us"
"It was just once with her.. I promise."
I remember every single bitter goodbye I've ever had to say. Left alone here in this town, though I was never forced to stay.

There are ghosts I've left behind me and there are ghosts that still remain. I can feel their haunting presence every single stupid day.

How they tear at all my motives and pull on every string. Leave me choking on my failures. The whispered voice of muted things.

Am I just some bitter tourist dragged by my wrists through private hells? Am I author and conspirator writing the stories in which I dwell?

To what extent am I  responsible for this situation that I'm in? Am I really as alone as I have always thought myself to have been?

There is little I am sure of and fewer still of which I know, but I know that I am dying and that I'm still not ready to go.

I have unfinished business. I just thought that you should know.
she fixes her hair
and she uncovers her fair skin
she hopes he'll notice these small things
she walks into school and ignores what the other boys think
he sees her and is speechless
she is so gorgeous
he says to all his friends "leave us"
he whispers i see you did something new
she looks into his eyes so blue
he noticed he really does look at her
he whispers that she looks perfect
she burst into tears
he smiles and holds her for what feel like years
she buries her face in his chest
he is the best he know her better than the rest
and he'll never let her go
never let her be alone
to everyone else she is no one
unnoticed
he says that he has made her his choice
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