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winonymous Mar 2014
It’s quite surprising how people change
How people grow
How people learn
How people find who they really are

People change in the speed of a jetplane
You wake up in the byproduct
but never get to see the process

A ballerina that was once wimp
Walks into the coffee shop one busy afternoon
Those who never even looked at her
Would die to befriend the brand new her

People change without them noticing
People change when they find the purpose of living
People change without a warning

People would bloom
but others would rather wither
Some would choose to be the fruit
While others would rather live as the root

People change in years
In months
and even in days

People come
People go
And before you know it
You, yourself have already changed.

*winonymous
winonymous Mar 2014
she doesn't
look at other guys
the way she
looks at you

you don't
look at her
at all
*winonymous
winonymous Mar 2014
my lipstick stain, i didn't wipe
off the cup of coffee we shared last night
i  just wanted to make sure i left a mark
to the mind of the person who stole my heart

*winonymous
winonymous Mar 2014
x
you can't see my love
for you're not looking

you can't hear my whispers
for your ears are covered

you can't smell my perfume
for you don't recognize it

you can't feel my love
for you no longer know me

*winonymous
winonymous Mar 2014
you are the kind of
poetry i will never
get tired of reading

*winonymous

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