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 Apr 2015 oh-the-oddities
lunarr
eyes are like constellations; unless you know what you are looking for and looking at, they are just eyes
How can I write poetry about you,
when you've never compared
my eyes to
the sea during a storm.
or told me I have galaxies inside me?
This morning.
Cream.
Staring out that window.
Two sugars.
And You.
Smiling.
Why would you want yours any other way?
I'm afraid of losing you
I'm afraid of letting you slip away
I'm afraid of being just an option
I'm afraid of not being good for you

Please just stay
Just stay
You captivated me wih your simple hellos
I fell for you then you caught me
Until you mouthed the words I was scared to hear

'I'll love you forever'

I made myself believe that what you said was true

Our soul chained to each other
Our hearts beating for each other
Our lips pressed to each other

You and I against the world
You and I we'll last till forever
You and I we'll always be together

But they said that there's no forever
Oh how foolish am I to believe your bittersweet lie

But what we thought was forever lasted for a while
We'll all find the right one for us
North, East, West, South
Are full of nations
With no doubt
That are full of wonderful creations

There goes the Axis Powers and Allied Forces
That unite as one
To go through different and difficult courses
Or sometimes to have fun

But when it comes to declaring a war
These nations may get too carried away
Because they take it too far
That it leads them astray

But, they always know that they have to stay as friends
So that the world won't come to an end

(Please read the note below!)
***NOTE***
This was not stolen from the account of Nathalie Gene Rodriguez. In fact, that was my former account. I just forgot my password for that account of mine. I swear to God, I'm not lying. I just wanted to submit it again.

Anyways, this is dedicated to my favorite anime show, Hetalia!
My days are filled with nightmares
My nights are filled with day dreams...
*How ironic isn't it?
 Apr 2015 oh-the-oddities
tap
We covered our broken bones
with stars and plastic hope
just to feel beautiful again.

We asked strangers on the street
to kiss our scars
because we couldn't do it ourselves.

We broke down,
tore ourselves apart,
in the hopes of turning into
something better.
[i can't remember if i posted this already, but this was written a week or two ago.]
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