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Look into these eyes
Behind all the wicked lies
Take a peak at the soul inside
A river flows as this soul cry’s
Love is a art that can’t be mastered
And it turned this heart into disaster
A person trying to take care
Who got caught in loves affair
Love is winding maze
And holds the feeling of saved
But a simple memory
Turned into a person’s biggest enemy
So beware
Love can the be the greatest nightmare.
Love brings us together but can also do quite the opposite
If your care for me depends on your own interests of subject and time, I think it's called control instead.

L.C.
i say
"i don't care"
like it's a piece of armour --
almost like if i say it
enough
itll become
true.

but my soul,
it still aches.
in the middle of the
darkness,
in the silence,
it remebers
what my mouth
tries to forget.

i don't care.
but only
out loud,
the rest of me
still cares --
in the darkness,
and in the silence.
soul; entry three
date wrote: 30/6
Zywa Jun 27
My love smiles at me,

he is good to me, he doesn't --


need to be better.
My love lies in the hospital

Collection "The Big Secret"
Zywa Jun 16
Empty waiting rooms

in the hospital, no one --


will become ill here.
Collection "Local tardiness"
You did this to yourself
Acting so tough
Crash the sky, it’s called corrosion
“Spread my wings and cut them off!”

Where is your gown?
What comes up will come down

So tall
Yet so fragile
So empty inside
And then it all shattered…

Where is your gown?
What comes up will come down

It was you
Why did you do it
For me?
This poem is about a person watching someone they care about collapse. Planning to make a song using this poem.
Henryk Jun 9
Her hair so soft, so Luscious and bright.
how grateful I am to be here tonight.

You look like an Angel no others compare,
To be with you so little, it is not fair.

You're Gorgeous, you're Beautiful, you're such a Sweet heart.
What more could I say about you, where do I start?

My Darling you are amazing, more than you know,
The blood to my heart you make it flow.
A leaf finally falls, with path is guided by the wind.
Neither can it go far away, nor near the tree.

An apple doesn't fall far from a tree.
And I assume the leaf is jealous for it only goes where the gale lets it be.
ivan May 26
i had a friend
unmistakable gaze
blurry thoughts
your throat lingering with knots

oh, it all seemed like a dream
your kiss
how you told me it would all be
just,
just fine

i had a friend,
it’s 12:43
under a bridge
you weep

12:44
hold you,
gripping your wrists
‘i need to get out,’
‘get out of this prolonged dream,’
‘dream that if continues,’
‘it will take all away from us’

i have a friend
i am loved!
i am loved!

not like anyone,
not on the news
you’re special
oh, how I miss our talks on the stairs
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