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Lesoulist Jan 2015
How it feels like to stay outside during the rainy days
While enjoying the feeling of getting wet
The feeling of standing at the tip of the boat
In the middle of the ocean
Driving out of town, in full blast stereos
Ice creams and parks
Chills of a -0 temperature, and a warm pillow
Discover different cultures
Letters <3
Sleep overs
This is getting shorter and shorter…
View deck, skies, stars, galaxies
Bonfire
Reaching the highest note, experiencing glass brakes
The feeling of being as skinny as a hanger >.< no!
Touching the ocean floor
The feeling of being the painter who painted Mona Lisa
Natural glossy hair

Oohh...A vision of selfishness….. >.<
Lesoulist Jan 2015
You can either make or break me,
It’s like i am totally stuck with you..
Wherever I am there’s this string that is entangling us..
It’s like I am totally dependent to you..
No matter how I chose to stay away from this force that is keeping us,
Its just getting on stronger and stronger
And in the end I am left stuck with you..
How will I keep this up?
Will I stay or cut the strings that is keeping us together..
I’m struggling my way to confusion..
I can’t blame myself..
Its too harsh..
The feelings are all over the place and I can’t manage..
All I know is this is best feeling I’d never had..
And i can’t contain such extravaganza I feel of this emotions taking place…I am enjoying it every single time..
Kissing every minute of it..
But at the same time, fear is stealing this joy,
Its like i’m opening myself into another realm of disappointment,
I don’t want another pain..
Its traumatic!
But why am I letting this happen?
Why am i still hoping for another sunshine with you?
Why is it no matter how pain I get I’m still keeping up?
You’re making it hard for me..
So hard, that i am feeling helpless.. -_-
Lesoulist Jan 2015
To you alcohol is the finest during the winter’s embrace
the warm jacket..the burning fireplay..
though the cold pierce you deeply to your core..
the tips of your toes and the fingers turning pale
you let it until it gets black and brittle..
froze to death! that’s what you’re up to..
because you could not withstand the pain of
a broken soul..
you cringed into your position..
preserve this body and take it in..
cover it with flakes
until it cannot be recovered
where no one will ever remember..
I wish the guy well who is my inspiration of this poem..you don't need the love you wanted..you need the love you deserve..
Lesoulist Jan 2015
You never asked..

take that forever..

keep it and bear with it..

never regret..

never blame..

that's how well you play your game..

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