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dear lover,
you bleached my heart
and made it pure again
with words painted in
white;
i feel like i've never
been so happy in my
entire life
i want to run away
with you, no matter
what it takes—
i want to marry you
and run out of pages
in my passport with
you, i want to travel
everywhere and anywhere
on this blue planet with
you, even when the universe
coM
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T
S and we're
crushed chalk against
the driveway of a family living
in a neighborhood located a few
minutes away from an elementary
school—
baby,
i'll give you everything
you bleached my heart
and made it pure again
with words painted in
white;
i feel like i've never
been so happy in my
entire life
dear darling,
i didn't do anything: you
did it all to me and i
suppose that we're meant
for each other, we bleed
the same blood and
breathe the uniform air
but we make it mean something
we
make
each
other
mean
something.
dear lover,i didn't do anything: you
did it all to me and i
suppose that we're meant
for each other, we bleed
the same blood and
breathe the uniform air
but we make it mean something
we
make
each
other
mean
something.
i want to run away
with you, no matter
what it takes—
i want to marry you
and run out of pages
in my passport with
you, i want to travel
everywhere and anywhere
on this blue planet with
you, even when the universe
coM
B
U
S
T
S and we're
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crushed chalk against
the driveway of a family living
in a neighborhood located a few
minutes away from an elementary
school—
baby,
i'll give you everything
dear darling,
i love you too
but that's not the whole story
i love you too
Literature
.
he dreams of fairy-lights,
brilliant underneath the
sky of foreign cities
and pinned across the walls
of his mind
are all the places
he's going to go to
someday,
somehow -
he'll take New York
to Nairobi or anywhere
in-between. there's a
hungry soul beneath
a bulletproof skin;
a heart
of a wolf who never
saw the open sky.
(but he is caged within a
prison of his own design and all
these dreams are just
in his mind.)
Literature
Metamorphosis
i.)
Fragile:
she would wrap
cocoons of
silver lies around
his pulsing blue
throat and
trace lilies with
her fingernails
into his skin and
say,
"look, your hands are made of glass,
i'll hold them warm between my fingers
and keep you from shattering."
ii.)
She
lied.
His wings
lay torn and
dirty, the
silver lining
ripped from his
dreams. Cold
clung to his
skin like a nightmare,
the echoes closing
up his
lungs.
(gasp
gasp
gasp
for
air without
oxygen - breathing
nothing and
choking on
empty)
iii.)
- but not dying.
his shell, broken -
eyes opened and
he saw he was
not made of
perspex but
of perspective and
sometimes you have
to break a
Literature
.
we sit side-by-side and i pour my dreams
down the drain, one-by-one;
you do not yet know i am the
epitome of natural disaster and
that when you offer me soft words
with gentle hands
i will pick them apart
mercilessly
in the dead of the night
and
throw them aside.
you are too kind for me and
i cannot survive another broken heart.
(yet here i stand,
falling hopelessly in love with you)
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part four out of a project that i'm doing with the lovely AmethystVixen <3333
her version!
anyways, i hope you liked the poem!!
-Chell
her version!
four..
i.
dear girl with the soaked pearls,
how long has it been since I felt your fingers grace
my temples, clamor for the warmth in my neck?
how long has it been since i've heard you sing with
the voice of a siren, so sad, sad, sad, so beautiful?
how long has it been since i've read your words,
heard you choke on all that water in your lungs?
how long has it been since i left you tear-stained
for the river's laugh, little salt-lined girl?
sincerely,
the boy who said he never liked beautiful things
( but did. )
.
ii.
dear boy with the smudged fingers,
keep your hands out of that filthy coal.
you'll never find a diamond when all you've ever
wanted is a pearl.
hearts aren't as easy to capture as you think.
they're nothing like bir
anyways, i hope you liked the poem!!
-Chell
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very nice....very...