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Sentimental? No.
Artist? Maybe.
Writer? You tell me.
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Sometimes itβs the least expected acquaintances that turn out to become the bestest of friends. Sometimes itβs the ex-crushes that capture our hearts once more. Sometimes itβs just the way of time that makes life a work of art and magic.
Do you have patience?
I have but none
Time is a blessing
It is beautiful but cunning
It is there for one
But itβs run out for another
It sneaks out of our grasp
Little by little
And then you realize
Itβs been years
Since you last heard
My voice
My brain stops working around him
My heart starts imagining
What if I just pull him to me
And I close my eyes
Will he take the hint
Or do I have to initiate
I canβt wait any more
The sun is going down
Thereβs not enough time
And Iβm getting impatient
Is he love blind?!
Chapstick didn't make her lips
Vibrant or any brighter
But they kept them from cracking
Or keep her
From peeling layers away
Dry lips
Never kissed before
Her heart, many layers
Nobody peeled those away
To free the feelings she
Didn't know she was hiding
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Out of breath, always running
Shadows keep following closely
Are they racing me?
I'm too busy racing time
My heart can barely keep up
Am I losing my mind?
Hello hello! I am back, I don't know how long I'll be here for though. I've been feeling a lot these days, so I've been trying to distract everything with different projects. Poetry might as well serve as a potential catharsis? We'll see!
I was crossing the road and heard someone say βI think she was dancing out thereβ to turn around and find them hide away their pointed finger real quick. π