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Nikita May 2015
when
the
red
from
her
cheeks
vanish
­when
her
eyes
turn
dull
only
to
clos­e
and
rest
the
torn
soul
Nikita May 2015
Life is something we all share, Just like oxygen, in the air. The way we live it, is up to us, With a negative or with a plus.

Life is something, we should cherish, We never know, when we'll perish. Live each and every single day, Smell the flowers, stop and play.

Life is something, we've been blessed, Choice is yours, choose your quest. Follow your passions, and you'll be fine, With the right attitude, you will shine.
Nikita May 2015
"Don't worry child, sunshine will come after the rain"

But just remember that the rain  
Is what gives us life.
Today should be cloudy with a chance of rain but tomorrow it will clear up beautifully, just you wait :)
Nikita May 2015
She had as many faces as a rubix cube.
I'm not trying to be cruel,
I just wonder who she really is and if the face she showed me was too an act.
Nikita May 2015
Green dances like waves around her wide pupils, eyes lashes like curved feathers graze the top of her eyelid.

Flaming orange spirals from her beautiful mind down to the end of her back.

A canvas
Her face resembled as the flecks of freckles formed a gorgeous piece art.

Her body was as though it was sculptured carefully to put on display in greek goddess section of the museum

Sadly it wasn't
Instead her body was forcefully abused and harmed as it wasn't societys shallow idea of beauty

She wasn't tan
She wasn't blonde or brunette
Just a pale ginger.

She considered herself to be hideous

She became weak
Vunerable
Easy

It wasn't her fault
She needed the money
She lacked self esteem
And so selling her body gave her the worth and attention she never had.

Beaten
Hurt
*****

Her life was gone
The green waves in her eyes stop dancing
The lashes were now harsh lumps of dried mascara
Her beautiful hair was bleached blonde, frayed and cut.

And her body was now just another puppet to an old mans torture.
  May 2015 Nikita
Fayez
Guardians
Defenders
Angels
Shields

Some want to protect
Who they love
They aspire to greatness
Solely for another.

Remember that after a war
Shields are forgotten
And guardians
Are considered monsters.
Something I feel like should be said to myself personally.
  May 2015 Nikita
Ashley G L Dolmo
Yes,
I said yes.
I'm a hopeless romantic.
And yes,
I am a contradiction to myself. I mean it.
I mean I just want to be great. Fathom why I'm not great.
I want to explore & have an impact on someone's life.
I want someone to tell me that they want to be just like me as much as I would like to be just like you.
I want to touch someone's heart like you have touched mines.
I want you to understand why I'm so emotional at times.
I want you to realize that my love for you is like no other .
I want you to look at me and be amazed .
I want you to look at me & know why you love me.
I'm just a hopeless romantic.
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