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I am no poet– just words undone, A little girl dressed like someone grown, Wearing years that don’t quite fit, Smiling wide.... but counterfeit. A pocket full of fragile dreams, Threaded hope with silent seams, A heart that beats– but just enough, Half alive, and half too rough. A wandering soul, too full, too loud, Drowning deep beneath a crowd Of feelings spilling, sharp and wild– “Can I just empty them?” cries the child. If I press against my chest too hard, Would silence come? Would it discard This storm that never seems to end– Or would it break me more, my friend? I am a girl of “yes” and “no,” Of wanting high, yet sinking low, I dream in colors, bright and true– But build alone.... with no one to. And life– how cruel it plays its part, A steady hand against my heart, “If I let him take from me.... Will he stay? Or will I bleed?” Am I still small in how I give? Still learning softly how to live? Am I healing– or just lost? Counting love at any cost? And guilt– it lingers, thin but tight, A shadow stitched into my light, I want it gone, I want it still– A quiet war against my will. Why do you stay inside my chest? A ghost that will not let me rest, Your kisses echo, warm, then fade– A memory I never unmade. I remember how I used to fall, Safe within your arms, your all, A fleeting peace, a borrowed art– A place that felt like home.... my heart. But tell me true, beneath it all– When your name begins to call.... Is it you that I still crave? Or just the dream I tried to save? ♡ lil-usagi
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Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 4:43 PM UTC
Half-Grown
I am no poet– just words undone, A little girl dressed like someone grown, Wearing years that don’t quite fit, Smiling wide.... but counterfeit. A pocket full of fragile dreams, Threaded hope with silent seams, A heart that beats– but just enough, Half alive, and half too rough. A wandering soul, too full, too loud, Drowning deep beneath a crowd Of feelings spilling, sharp and wild– “Can I just empty them?” cries the child. If I press against my chest too hard, Would silence come? Would it discard This storm that never seems to end– Or would it break me more, my friend? I am a girl of “yes” and “no,” Of wanting high, yet sinking low, I dream in colors, bright and true– But build alone.... with no one to. And life– how cruel it plays its part, A steady hand against my heart, “If I let him take from me.... Will he stay? Or will I bleed?” Am I still small in how I give? Still learning softly how to live? Am I healing– or just lost? Counting love at any cost? And guilt– it lingers, thin but tight, A shadow stitched into my light, I want it gone, I want it still– A quiet war against my will. Why do you stay inside my chest? A ghost that will not let me rest, Your kisses echo, warm, then fade– A memory I never unmade. I remember how I used to fall, Safe within your arms, your all, A fleeting peace, a borrowed art– A place that felt like home.... my heart. But tell me true, beneath it all– When your name begins to call.... Is it you that I still crave? Or just the dream I tried to save? ♡ lil-usagi
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Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 4:43 PM UTC
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