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Shylah S Apr 2015
artful way to vent
spill secrets you wouldn't tell a soul
to make things that can only be woven by the fabric of words
Shylah S Apr 2015
Her stance
gives off an aura
of power

Her voice
projects to the corners
of the room

Should I be intimidated?
Or should I be amazed?
Shylah S Mar 2015
My little pixie
The one I want
but I was too late
It flew away

How can I get it back?
Shylah S Mar 2015
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Are you like this to everyone?
Or am I special?

I've got too many questions
too afraid to ask.
Shylah S Mar 2015
I asked a beautiful boy
to write my birthday on my wrist.

I passed him a purple pen
and he sat shoulder-to-shoulder with me
resting my arm on his leg.

We sat like this
for much longer than we should've.

And you know what I asked him?

I asked a beautiful boy
to be my boyfriend.
Shylah S Mar 2015
The best thing about life
is finding the simple patterns.
One too many patterns found today, and I realized finding patterns makes me happy.
Shylah S Mar 2015
The happy tune
makes me want to fly.

To sing, and dance
my way into the night sky.

The crisp melody
makes me want to smile,

to laugh.
run away to magical places.

I wonder why I am still here?


I open my eyes,
and see the boring, lacklustre world again.
Or so I think?

I slyly glance your way
and see your warm, chocolate-coloured eyes gaze back at me,

and I realize **I am exactly where I want to be.
What's with me and boys that love music?
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