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Natália Aug 2018
We've grown distant
two lonely lighthouses
in the middle of the ocean
our glow shining away
from each other

Sailors come for safety
little did they know

We are searching for
the light too.
“So that was the Lighthouse, was it? No, the other was also the Lighthouse. For nothing was simply one thing” - Virginia Woolf
Natália Jun 2018
she savoured her
blue eyes meets brown
deflowering each other
the first wave hits her
tilting her head back
she wonders how
how and why
took so long

hands gripping the sheets
the pale skin tuning pink
shivering under her Venus
her vision blurred into grey
burning in front of her

the melting pleasure
breathing each other's name
hearbeats slowing down
while they echoed their love.
Natália Nov 2017
Captain of her fate
****** of her own
She was no longer the poet
She became the poem.
Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.
Natália Aug 2017
i have a hole  
in the depths of my soul
its making me whole.
Natália Aug 2017
"the moon raised me" she said while looking at the waves
that gently crushed at her feet
you can be fascinated and numb by the light that exudes
but you will never be able to see the other side
you will try to make her whole, but in the end it doesn't matter
because that's what fascinates you right?
the impossible facade she shows.

— The End —