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  Apr 16 alia
aAr
"what will they think?"- the
thought i had the most in my
entire existence.
  Apr 16 alia
Khadi Alza
Beneath the umbrella I stand,
A bouquet of flowers in my hand.
The wind picked it up, sweeping it away,
Now it's a memory, no longer part of the day.
  Apr 16 alia
Khadi Alza
Under the starry night sky I sit,
With my binoculars on my lap.
I looked on as they stars started to knit,
A beautiful, star-dusted map.
alia Apr 15
The moon left me a note last night,
Tucked in a cloud, soft and white.
It whispered, “Why rush through the sky?
Even stars take their time to shine.”
  Apr 14 alia
Decembre
If I were a painter
I would capture your likeness
When sat under yellow light
Playing games at the table
Or bathed in the flickering glow
Of a campfire underneath the night’s sky
Your skin a playing field
For different shades of red
So I might remember
With perfect clarity
Your contour that I could see
Sitting opposite of you
Just a description of a scene from a late night moment around the campfire. I love the light from fire! I truly wish I could paint something like that. Lighting makes something seem so alive. And a campfire creates this moving and warm--almost exclusive--sort of scene. Because the world around the fire is covered in darkness.
  Apr 14 alia
Decembre
I am selfish in the fact
That I want you to talk to me
About anything
So that I might feel closer to you
Instead of wanting you
To just be
You#8
  Apr 14 alia
T
pls
If I could ask the world a favor,
I’d ask for it to be gentle with me.
I’ll be anything you want me to be,
As long as you never ask me to be me.
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