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Mitzi Ambrad Apr 2020
It's not really the words that I love.
It's the feeling and meaning
that came along with it.
Mitzi Ambrad Apr 2020
I'm looking at the same sky you're staring
The same moon, the same stars.
They remind me of you
And of an us that never was.

We're like them:
The moon and that star
Side by side;
Together but not together
So close yet out of reach
Glows but never sparks
Beautiful. Parallel.
Never meant to touch.

I'm the moon
You're that star.
My lovelight is young and cool while
Yours is burning magma hot
Yours is raging mine's calm
Yet both are silent and unheard
Both are told without words.

The night is young
And so is my love.
Young but true
and somewhat faint
It radiates faint light just right like a beautiful night

In your eyes I'll forever be the moon
You'll forever be my star
We'll never be
But we'll always be.
Fate is sometimes cruel when we fall for someone who is near us but is beyond reach and can never be called ours. Penned in 2016.
  Apr 2020 Mitzi Ambrad
the black rose
she’s too strong,
she’s too much,
she’s too tough to love.

she’s too hard,
she’s too broken,
she’s not enough.

she’s imperfect,
she’s wild,
she’s lost in the wind.
she’s insane,
sending signs of chaos from within.
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hi.
Mitzi Ambrad Apr 2020
Tick tock tick tock
I listened to the clock
while sitting by the dock
and waiting for the flock.

Tick tock tick tock
Time flies so slow
I just keep on scratching my sock
Maybe they'll be here when the tide's low.
Penned on 05 April 2015 while waiting for my parents to pick me up while I wait at a dock.
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