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shana 20h
"Are you happy?", I asked him.
"Yes I am. And you?", he said
"Yes I am happy.", I replied
because finally, I stopped writing
poems about you
, I whispered.
shana Jun 16
I had started to inch closer
to the edge of the cliff
and I had no idea
that you're not waiting for me
at the bottom
and it was too late now.
shana Jun 16
He's like a deep sea
and I don't know how to swim
but was I afraid to drown?
Its the last thought before I close my eyes
and a final breath before I suffocate
shana Jun 16
The tears that spills down her face
is like a magical drop,
they cleanse through the branches
that grasp the galaxy
and fade into the damp earth
shana Jun 16
I'm beginning to believe
those toxic words
that plague in my mind
with the constant battle
of what I know
and what I believe
shana Jun 16
"I'm okay."
I said, trying the words,
that even in my mouth
it tastes bitter
that no matter how many times I practice
I still feel the pain
lying through those words
I hate the truth that I can't even lie to myself.
shana Jun 16
And she looks at the mirror
staring straight into her iridescent eyes,
where she used to find solace in
but never found one, instead
a glimpse of self depreciation is evident,
she almost throw up.
And she finally realized, there are still battle wounds that she's not ready to show the world.
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