a tired voice playing in the music box
recorded by a blue sea
unable to scream, drowned by her own waves
no one ever listens.
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a flute that keeps running out of breath
behind the orchestra, with no mic on
all the struggles, no one ever notices
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an alarm on silent, beeping 3 am
tries to warn about the sleep paralysis demon strangling your throat
unable to scream- what changed?
such useless effort, crushed again.
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an empty white dress, still alive yet already begging for justice
dancing on the edge of a cliff in the tallest school building
"how did she get up there?" they mutter
"why did she get up there?" he wonder
carelessly embracing the sunset; going down with her
go, slip through the borderline of heaven and earth;
taste everything you ever wanted and everything you ever hated
no in betweens just-
go,
sleep.
a hand held- it hissed
a man meddled- he kissed
"if you're just gonna fall anyway, why don't you fall inlove with me?"
sweet candy-like words
like a drug, it's addictive
get away
this masked illusion,
you know it best.
she turned around, avoided furthermore body heat
secretly glad someone finally glances.
ran right back at hell- not "home"
welp, i guess we go back to square one.
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a tired voice playing in the music box
recorded by a blue sea
unable to scream, drowned by her own waves
in a loop- it plays
eh? that's not how it goes-
"oh.. sorry, i just can't get enough of your voice"
a flute that keeps running out of breath
behind the orchestra, with no mic on
while all the other instruments are in balanced with harmony and melody
he-
ehh??? what is..
"such beautiful breaths, you have"
an alarm on silent, beeping 3 am
tries to warn about the sleep paralysis demon strangling your throat,
unable to scream-
what.. changed?
"you.. are kind, careless and full of selflessness"
a white dress, alive- he gave her justice; not a chance to beg
they're dancing on the edge of a cliff in the tallest school building
watching the sunset go down
"so beautiful" she mutters; meeting eyes with the orange sky
"so beautiful?" he wonders; does she even realize her orange eyes kissed by the sky?
well i guess she did not need to fall anymore
because he, already fell for her
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PoetrySee what the young poet wrote in her old journals at only the age of twelve, and how her mental state progressively gets worse at age fifteen:) Collection of poems mostly about God, family, love, and hate to oneself. • most impressive ranking: #6 in...
