There is a word
In my head
And it cuts like a sword
Killing me dead.
It's a syllable
That cuts like a knife
When I am not able
To handle my life.
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Falling rain,
falling pain
over me
all in vain.
I come to you
so speak so true
because Livingstone seaside
I miss you.
See the falls
and hear the calls;
......
I wanna make you smile and laugh,
I wanna dance with you.
I wanna hold your hand at day,
at night I wanna too.
I wanna be the first you kiss,
I wanna be your love.
As much I wanna be your last:
I wanna be enough.
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Roses are red violets are blue.
And I cannot stop thinking of you
Even though I balk, It hurts so much we can never talk.
I'm sorry, I don't want you to forget me but I don't want you to remember me.
I'm sorry I guess I'm just emotional.
A little bit controllable.
Wait does that make me knowable?
I'd love to be consolable but I'm just too emotional.
And you!
You make it worse.
......
How long
Can pressure be applied
Before the coal turns to dust and you realize there is no diamond?
How long
Will you keep saying "You've tried"
Before dismay replaces trust and you finally stop trying?
How long
Can you keep adding straws,
......
“Only kiss me on my forehead,
if you're trying to make me yours."
A gentle sterness in your voice.
A soft command that echoes.
Is it a dare or a boundary?
I still can't decide.
And now here you are, wrappen in nights emrace.
As I see myself leaning in.
......
Oh god, turn me into a flower.
So I can find my home in the rain.
No longer lying awake,
wondering if I've soaked in the sun enough that day.
Turn me into a flower.
A yellow one, quitly bright.
So I can be picked,
without pretending to be anything more.
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I am fifteen and I do not dream of houses and husbands and children
Like the other girls around me
I am sixteen and I don’t care if the boys don’t notice me
I surely do not notice them
I am seventeen and I am so different from everyone in my town
I cannot wait to leave
I am eighteen and I am leaving for college
Finally free from the judgment of my small town
I am nineteen and I drop out
I pack my bags and move to a city
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I await by the window, yearning.
Like the shore awaits for her wavelets.
Like the nest allures the bird to come back,
Like the flower impatiently expects Spring.
But you're far away...
Amongst the infinite horizons, I sketch your image.
And my longing I send to thee, with the wind.
She's my Hermes, the courier..
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I went away from you one day
My shoulders trembling, my legs shaking.
I cried and cried and cried.
The ocean put a barrier between us.
My pain made the ocean deeper, my tears brewed it saltier…
I went away from you, my dear ones,
... I left, keeping my head back …
And as I drag my heavily packed suitcase
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