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  Jan 2020 Solitary Sac
ali
tears
are the taste of love.
they come from passion—
or its betrayal.
may 3rd, 9:32 pm-- I haven't written much lately, not since about mid-summer- I miss it. Though I think my smile has been speaking more for me than my words used to now, and I guess that's a good thing :)
Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.
Solitary Sac May 2019
I’m not alive.

I’m not sure what to do yet.

I’m not sure what I’m in.

I.. don’t know.

What to do the next.

What I am suppose to do.

Is there something that I’m suppose to do?

I.

I hate that I don’t.

I hate that I.

This frustration.

This.. thing. 

This confusion.

Whatever it is.

I..

I’m so motivated.

But.

I don’t know.

I am so unsure what to do yet.

I am not dead.
  Feb 2019 Solitary Sac
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.
©Hg
Solitary Sac Sep 2018
I Do(n't) know how much love you felt,
to hate me so much.
Am I really the protagonist of my world?
  Jun 2018 Solitary Sac
دema flutter
Here’s to the feelings that flow
through my veins,

here’s to the love whose trip
was a lot of pain,

here’s to the days
where I am in vain,

and here’s to your heart
that I cant seem to obtain.
  Jan 2018 Solitary Sac
Desired Dreamer
Her tears tell tales of misery,
Her smiles,untold stories...
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