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Giovanna Oct 2020
To her, he was magic,
which she feared
may fade out one day!
Josephine Wilea Oct 2020
She gives me sweet butterflies
You make my soul soar.
Mystic Ink Plus Oct 2020
And finally

Dare not to
Understand her
She is a way different
Far too often
Hard to apprehend

She possesses
Democratic mind
Republican soul
And a leftist attitude
One may fathom
A part of her
Never the full

That, she is
Genre: Observational
Theme: Complex
Druzzayne Rika Oct 2020
Skim through the pages of my life,
Skip through the lies I've been entwined,
It is the story of the girl trying to please
You, me and everybody, trying for your love.
I loathe the very picture she becomes,
It is very like she wilts without your approval,
She'd be giving pieces of her to all,
but next day, naturally, she finds herself in trash.

It isn't kind, the life she creates with her head,
her best attempts causing natural disrupts,
the purpose to be everyone's friend,
makes her enemy of her own self.
She lost everyone, love and inspite
and despite everything, she writes another write.

It is terrible, what I do with her,
She has been ruining everything for me,
Her and I, together, we make a lonely picture.
Skip this, and be free from this.
The end chapter, what went by,
no one knows, maybe she died alone
in the worn out sweater she had grown,
She hoped, her end might have pleased them all.
Diksha Dhiman Sep 2020
Her soul is innocent
Her heart is pure
She's gone through more
Than most could endure.

Beauty of her eyes
Shines like the sunrise
Her smile open up the cloudy skies
Her laughter delights butterflies.
Josephine Wilea Sep 2020
but it's there
and it's there
and it's there

and I couldn't
but I won't
but I could

and I might

just

leave.
Aparna Sep 2020
mirrored reflections of a thousand selves
in
one body,one soul
an infinty, she was
ilias Sep 2020
She can only be found by the sea,
My darling, my love, my second me.
The highest tide of my life,
My darling, my love, my lonely wife.
She had to run, run to find the reason why,
She went where the ocean meets the sky.
The absence of her presence can not be fair
But how she craved for the feeling of despair

Now she can only be found by the sea,
My darling, my love, my second me.
A poetic presence of a wish to die
Every imaginable moment I feel her cry
So I run, run to find the reason why,
I go where the ocean meets the sky.
Inspired by E.A.Poe‘s masterpiece „Annabel Lee“
Serendipity Sep 2020
She stood at the edge of a deep rock
leashed to the side of the sea
with foam biting at her feet
and waves barking at her.

She breathes a salt stenched air
and watches its jaws open
only to see a sailor
rotting between its teeth.

She swallows air whole,
call it courage or stupidity
but she takes a step towards it.

Now the hound named
"Sea"
became full
once more.
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