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Nov 2020 · 43
11
lia Nov 2020
11
this world is cold,
this world is cruel
he who is not bold
will be labeled the fool.
Jun 2019 · 228
10
lia Jun 2019
10
i’ll never feel another warmth
quite like the one
when you hold me tight
like you’re never going to let go
May 2019 · 93
09
lia May 2019
09
your words are embedded in my mind.
sometimes they’re happy and nostalgic.
other times, they’re a reminder of the pain you made our love to be.
May 2019 · 184
08
lia May 2019
08
if our last conversation was the last time we spoke,
we’d be slaves to regret for the rest of time.
May 2019 · 102
06
lia May 2019
06
all i want in this life is to be free.
to be free of the chains weighing me down.
to be free of the contradictions in my mind.
to be free of the waste that clouds my judgement.
all i want in this life is to be free.
May 2019 · 173
it’s okay to come back.
lia May 2019
i miss you.
i miss you.
why can’t we be like we used to be?
please come back in my life for real.
come be everything i need you to be.
come and let me save you because no one else can.
i know you miss me. i know you need me.
cave and accept that i am good for you.
don’t be scared,
let what’s meant to happen, happen.
Jul 2018 · 138
04
lia Jul 2018
04
some days you make me smile the brightest.
some days you make me cry the hardest.
some days you make me sleep the soundest.
some days you make me break the fastest.
Jul 2018 · 186
03
lia Jul 2018
03
my mind taunts me.
my mind haunts me.
my mind speaks,
and my mind seeks.
my mind fails me.
my mind derails me.
my mind beckons,
and my mind reckons.
my mind may give me the worst,
but my mind will never get my best.
Sep 2016 · 432
02
lia Sep 2016
02
what is love?
is love the ability to care and support someone?
is love knowing everything about someone?
or is love the ability to be loyal to one person until the end of time?

i do not know love,
and i may never,
but if you think you love someone,
never let them go.

love doesn't fade.
Sep 2016 · 183
The Young Girl
lia Sep 2016
There was a young girl,
Who did not cause trouble.
She was quiet and shy,
As if she lived in a bubble.
She had her ways,
of finding the truth.
She believed,
There was always proof.

There was a young girl,
Who never knew herself.
She wondered why,
And how that could be.
Until one day,
When she spotted a book.
One that deserved,
A few closer looks.

There was a young girl,
That wanted to know more.
So she read the book,
And hid it behind the door.
Nobody was to know,
She now had the book.
She wanted to keep it,
And that had to be a secret.

There was a young girl,
That read an old book.
The book made her realize,
Everything was a lie.
It allowed her to decide,
It was time to leave everything behind.
She thought and read,
And she cleared her head.

There was a young girl,
Who had run away.
She couldn’t stand the pain,
That wanted her to stay.
She still held the book,
Ever so tight,
The only thing,
To comfort her at night.

There was a young girl,
Who finally knew herself.
She knew what to do,
To start with everything new.
She was finally happy,
And actually true,
When it became time,
For something borrowed and something blue.

There was a young girl,
Who wasn’t young anymore.
She had a girl of her own,
Whom she’d just bought an ice cream cone.
She loved her to death,
And wouldn’t trade her for the world.
Now they both had books,
Her and her greatest girl.

— The End —