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Stella Nov 2018
Everyone complains why there‘s no light
But no one asks why the candle isn‘t burning anymore
Stella Jul 2017
I'm staring at the sea
the cliffs in front of me
they look so grand
compared to the land

Wish I could touch them'
Wish I could hug them'

I'm staring at the grass
behind me a people mass
they talk so loud
I see a cloud
over the sea, in front of me
I see the cliffs they are so nice
The wind just feels like frosty ice

I'm staring at the stones
I feel the cold in my bones
I look behind
But i can't find
My friends, they're gone
I took too long
With staring at all those things
I wish I would have wings
To fly back to my friends
And now the poem ends.
I wrote this poem after visiting the cliffs of Moher in Ireland.
Stella Dec 2018
I wish I could look into those deep blue ocean eyes again
And feel those soft hands
Touching my soul
And hear those lovely words
In my head
But all you do
Is cracking my heart
Which will always remain broken
Under my Chest

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