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sofie Sep 22
When I dream of you
You shine in bright yellow
And each stroke of light
Makes me weak to me knees
But I won’t ever land on roses
For my knees are bruised in blue
Yet my dream carries on
And it seems to never really end
But I won’t mind if only
I get to see you shine in bright yellow
Over and over again
sofie Sep 1
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sofie Aug 24
Jeg kan høre det i krogene
Det hvisker
Det er ikke, hvad hjertet ønsker sig
Men det er indkodet i min sjæl
Duk, duk, duk
En genlyd i mit blod
Det slår i hovedet hver eneste dag
Det larmer, brager
Og det skælder ud, så jeg skælder ud
Og jeg mister
Så nu sætter jeg mig i krogene alene
Og mister
sofie Aug 12
what’s left if i give you my all,
give in and let myself fall?
sofie Aug 3
it was written on pages
in texts, on notes
but still it lingers in your sheets
and though i feel it everytime
like warmth
embracing my body fully
it's still unspoken
even when we lay back to back
and i cant help but wonder
if your heart whispers it too
but your mind tells you no
sofie Jul 20
we walk on the same streets
but i am never by your side
and you, never by mine
but i can always almost see you,
always almost touch you,
and though we couldn't be
further from each other,
your footsteps,
they shake the ground
beneath my feet,
your shadow,
it follows my every move
and you,
you are opaque yet so translucent,
crystal clear yet you blur before my eyes
and we,
we are both aware of one another,
yet we never leave, never meet,
and never do we walk in the same direction
but still we walk on the same streets,
just not together
  Jun 17 sofie
JR Falk
so I noticed that we both drink coffee.
just like anyone, we both like ours a certain way.
i like mine sweeter, with just the aftertaste of coffee there.
caramel, sugar, creamer.
i think about when i’ll have my next cup, and the idea of it alone makes me happy.
i don’t care what time of day i have it, i almost always have a cup.
i make time for my coffee.
it might be safe to say i think you like your coffee black.
you might add just the smallest touch to soften its bitter taste, but never too much.
sometimes i think you just pour it and carry on, as though it’s nothing important at all.
as though all it is, is just some quick fix.
like you just want to get it over with.
we drink it in two different ways.
i drink it slowly.
i note every flavor in every sip, i enjoy it.
i note the warmth it brings me.
i like it all hours of the day.
you drink it quickly.
quicker than me, at least.
you don’t care if it burns your tongue, or perhaps you’re used to the pain.
you accept it.
you never let it last, you move on to something else soon after.
i lay in your bed, watching your eyes as they skim the screen in front of you.
your mind is somewhere else.
i savor the moments you look my way, if even for a second, and smile at me.
i wonder if you even notice them.
i feel your laugh vibrate my bones, making the hair on my arms stand on end.
do i make you feel at all?
i reflect on it every time i drink my coffee.
i think about it with each and every sip, taking my time.
something tells me that you don’t do the same.
after all, it's just coffee.
but i put my all into this coffee.
i think you like your coffee black.

im actually drinking coffee rn. rip
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