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 Apr 2020 Sky Alice
iKAyodele
You look like:
a storm;
About to hit.

Come here...
"when you are not strong, I'll be the friend you need"
 Apr 2020 Sky Alice
Her
objects
 Apr 2020 Sky Alice
Her
as a child
my parents
kept me

well mannered
well traveled
they have given me
an abundance
of materialistic
objects

but

that is all
anything
ever was
an object

maybe
that is why
i cannot
connect to people

because we are

all just objects
 Apr 2020 Sky Alice
Ghada Marai
My pen dried from the ink
so did my eyes from all the tears
but i still have words to speak
and more wailing to weep
.
Im all torn apart
laying face down on the ground
a lifeless corps down earth
whilst a mind is roaming among the stars
somewhere i could meet you or even see you from afar.
.
   I wonder when all of this will face an end ,
" one day " as one said
truth, untold
words, unspoken
promises were broken
Eyes that lost the spark , waited in the dark.
but what if it was true, that only me and you
                                                          will last .
                       will you come searching for me ?
                                                 cause im long lost .
 Apr 2020 Sky Alice
Sammy Fowler
We're not the only ones in the world
Just shush and wait for the right time
It's when the sun and moon meets
And everything else comes to life
To the one I love, Don't be sad!
 Apr 2020 Sky Alice
LC
dawn.
 Apr 2020 Sky Alice
LC
underappreciated-
most do not see her beauty -
their dreams pull them away.
some eyes burn from the midnight oil -
to them, she may seem like a hallucination.
others run too quickly to start a conversation.
a rare few wait for her -
they appreciate her beauty,
continuing the conversation in awe.
she does not live for the people of this earth,
but she provides for them no matter what.
#escapril2020 day 1! A little late, but it's here.
 Apr 2020 Sky Alice
PS
secret.
 Apr 2020 Sky Alice
PS
Well beneath my sarcasm
My hatred for the world

There is a different story waiting
Waiting to be told

For I am made of poetry
Of sunsets
And the moon

Of summer rain
And chocolate smell
And nights that end too soon

It's hidden well
It's out of sight
It's on you to find the key

For my fragile little world,
My dear,
Is not for everyone, you see?

— The End —