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 Apr 2016 Quisha
Oskar Erikson
Soon, i may be forced,
to look upon this false sense.
Of security called- You.
Pick up the memories,
and refer to us in the past tense.
Finally realizing it's true.

Better not to dwell on those things.
Is this our final goodbye
or just another rewound hi?
 Apr 2016 Quisha
Oskar Erikson
I think that's just fine.
because the length from
chin to jugular vein,
makes me blush like a schoolgirl
in shame.

Thing is, is not fair.
cause my hand'll never touch there.
following from the tips of my fingers.
A deep longing, lingers.

A jawline I fell for.
As soft and sharp as you.
But looking in the mirror,
i'm getting the hint of
one too.
The little things, i may love no less
but for me
your jawline's the best.
 Apr 2016 Quisha
Lavina Akari
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please don't leave me
please please please
 Apr 2016 Quisha
Isabelle
Line of boys
In front of my door
Each bringing flowers, chocolates
Sugarcoated words and promises
All for my sweet yes

But I don't even look at them
Because they were not you
I pushed them away
Because they were not you
They tried to pursue me
I tried to pursue you

Line of boys
In front of my door
I told them to go
Because they were not *you
Yea, they are not you..
 Apr 2016 Quisha
I am myself
My hair is as curvy
as my body.
Today I straightened
everything out.
I don't think straight suits me

When you are born
with hair this wild
you shouldn't ever
try to tame it.
Do what comes naturally

There is no point
in trying to straighten
something that was meant
to be anything but.
As long as it is you

I say: Do It
 Apr 2016 Quisha
Darkness
Spring again
writing again
seeing you again
loving you again
fighting you again
leaving you again
missing you again
loving you again
writing you again
painting for you again
dancing again

you and me crying
but never leaving each other
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