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Alkia Dec 5
I just want to layout on top of a straight line to mourn over my past life that I left behind. The new beginning has waited for me for so long that I thought pride would have come over me, even though that is not the case, no matter the circumstances of your past life, it will always follow you to your new life. It never escapes your new beginning, no matter how happy you are, the moment you layout on top of a straight line it all comes back to you.
Nov 22 · 33
Fulfilled
Alkia Nov 22
Why I am not sad about what I wouldn’t have accomplished is because everything I did accomplish is far greater than I can imagine. Even though I think you were the closure, I need it. If that closure weren’t met, I think I wouldn’t have ever moved on and let rain finally fall. I am on an endless road that has come to a stop. All I can do is turn back and cry. I never knew I would make this far that I could turn back and cry. Now I am just standing here with a confusing wet roadmap with my hesitant foot on the edge of my stop while the other is eager to go back.
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Nov 10 · 96
Years and time again
Alkia Nov 10
Years and time again we say, what is love, how we know it’s love
It goes like this in every conversation
Love is, love is this, no love is that
debate go on and on
year and time again we say, this generation don’t know what Love is
It goes like this in every conversation
Love is, love is this, no love is that
but I say love is you
What you like
The good thing you never had before
love what you want it to be
Love is flesh of other and soul that makes them.
Nov 8 · 62
Truly
Alkia Nov 8
Was I truly that blind for the feeling they had for each other?

Was I truly that blind?

Was it just my point of view that didn’t catch the questionable site?

Was it a figment of my imagination?

Was I truly that in love to think I was the only one?

Did I portray my whole relationship as this happy ever after, and beyond that, it was more complicated to my existing eyes?

To those existing eyes, it wasn’t us; we never crossed their minds; we were never existence.
I hope you like my first poem on hellopoetry.

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