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Mika Azurin Sep 2014
cuddle with me
hold me close
hold me tight
dont let me go.
cradle my body
this isnt the end
dont say goodbye
dont end this trend.
Mika Azurin Sep 2014
your eyes shine as bright as the moon,
your voice is as calm as noon,
and your beauty has just fully bloomed;

and these are just a few little things i love about you.
idk
Mika Azurin Sep 2014
you
lay beside me,
let my devils flee,
let me leap in glee,

you have set me free.
not my best but whatever
Mika Azurin Sep 2014
once upon a time,
there lived a girl who was never fine,
she always faked a smile,
and the red on her arms were becoming her style.

she lived in a dark cave,
and named it hell;
because when she's in there,
no one seems to care.

she's trap in a world,
full of devils and sharks,
screaming at her, and eating her up,
until her life is a death cup.

one day she couldn't take it anymore,
she cried "i can't do this no more!",
and then picked up her razor,
her body ached like lazors.

she was screaming and crying,
but no one was home.
she scream she was done trying,
and wanted to go HOME.

she wanted to end the pain,
because there was nothing to gain.
she didn't want to mourn and cry,
she just wanted to die.

she finally gave in,
and held the blade down her throat,
as she whispered the words,
"it's time to go HOME."


and after all,
we're all just angels that want to go home.
this is actually my first poem ever and yes i know it's too good to be a first poem (IM SORRY IF I SOUND SO COCKY BUT I GET THIS ALOT IM SORRY) but yeah hahha. btw there is actually two meanings of home; one is a place you live in and the other is some place else where u feel free and  safe and yeah u feel me? yeah hahaha lol okay bye this is my fav poem ever and plS DONT **** YOURSELF OK SUICIDE OR SELF HARM IS A VERY SERIOUS THING U SHOULD REALLY TALK TO SOMEONE IF U DO SELF HARM OR IF U WANT TO **** YOURSELF BUT IF U HAVE NO ONE U COULD TALK TO ME BC I WOULD UNDERSTAND COMPLETELY AND DO MY BEST TO HELP U GET OUT OF THIS SITUATION BC I DID AND HERE I AM :D
Mika Azurin Sep 2014
you are like a flower;
you aren't as tall as a tower.
you make me smile,
and you made me want to stay for a little while.

your petals are as bright as the sun's ray,
you show me how beautiful the world is everyday.
i could live happily as long as I'm with you,
and you are the reason why my mood is never blue.

you hold me in close when the world is crashing,
and you are so worth catching.
you're the reason i wake,
you're the star i would take.

you're my sunshine and i want you to open up to me any day,
if only you would let me stay.
i wish i could be your sunshine,
i wish i could make you shine.

i wish you could see,
how special you are to me.
i wish you could feel the same way,
and i would be beyond happy everyday.

you're my sunshine, and the only flower i see on a rainy day,
i see you as the brightest star in my world,
i see you as the light that comes to me everyday,
and i smile when you just say one word.

you are my world,
you are my sunshine,
you are my light,
you are my brightest star,
you are my only flower i love looking at.

but unfortunately i'm just a little small flower in your world.

i don't light up your day.
i don't make you smile just by looking my face.
i don't know all your secrets.
i don't know what you really feel inside.
i don't know who the real you is.

i wish i did because now my world is gone.
i wish i knew how much pain you were feeling inside.
i wish i was there for you,
the way you were for me.

but now i am too late,
my whole world is gone,
my sunshine had died down,
my flower is left with a frown.

my only precious flower is too far gone.
and all i could think is,
what have i done.
Mika Azurin Sep 2014
maybe i didn't
fall in love with the way
you smile,
or the way your eyes
light up when you talk about
something you like.

maybe the didn't fall in love,
with the way laugh;
the way
your eyes would crinkle,
and the way you would
lean back a little.

maybe i fell in love
with the way you fall asleep,
and the way you are
as gentle
and as kind
as a butterfly,
pollinating a little,
small flower,
trying ever so hard,
not to hurt it.
this isnt my first poem ever but yeah hhaha

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