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To you, the one I write about.
To you, my old obsession.
To you, whose love I have no doubt
Without would bring depression.
To you, my cosmic concubine,
My supernova rose.
To you, who self-proclaimed they’re mine
Despite that no one knows.
To you, I hold the sweetest thoughts
And toast the sweetest pain.
To you, the girl who, everyday,
I fall for once again.
 Aug 2018 Alysia Marie
Flow
This is poetry at night
where there's still moonlight,
so no need to fear
we are safe here.
:)
 Aug 2018 Alysia Marie
Mona
You’re dead to me

Babe you’re dead to me
You killed yourself and I buried you
There was nobody but the two of us
Your corpse and my broken heart

All your lies, and twisted stories
Stood laughing as you hit the ground
My tears were the dirt that covered you
Now you end and perish eternally

No more you, no more me. We is dead
Too long was your life of deceit
A path of misery paved by your feet
Now you end and now you’re dead

Goodbye oh thorn in my heart
This pain, this wound will heal
You will not be resurrected any day
Reincarnation will not be your end

The dirt, darkness and mould your friend
You can’t speak, hear or see again
Like you stumped my love be stumped
Let this grave squeeze your bones

You’re dead to me
 Aug 2018 Alysia Marie
Ria
Afraid
 Aug 2018 Alysia Marie
Ria
I agree theirs two worlds
The world you let others see
And the one you write
The shame you feel , you hide it away
The hurt and pain closed and locked up with a key
The things you feel but do not say
You eyes reveal . .
What you really feel
Glossy from so much pain
Stronger you are yet you hide behind this facade
No one can feel your pain
But through you words you let people in . .
Inside of your brain as mixxy and crazy as it is
I write and speak my mind without saying it out loud
I conceal my face feeling a disgrace
*** is she another one of those girls who got fcked over and fell on her face
Was in the top of the world and lost her grace ?
So much gossip but I can't relate
Don't want to hear anyone say my name
Close my eyes and make others looking in go away
Far away from the truth of my words
Go away from the sorrows I will say
Go away far far away . .
What will they think . .
i watch the Sun dance
off of her golden skin,

her curly hair
bounced in the calm wind,
the clouds fascinated by the way she walks
leaving little glances of rain in her path.

I walk right behind her
and her spectacular fragrance
that drives my will to be,

and the way she talks,
oh the way she talks!

i don't know how will getting
old with someone be,
probably full of misery,

but if i had to choose,
i would get old with you.

the one the sky feels envious of.
only if you were real
 Aug 2018 Alysia Marie
rosalind
it is not your words
that pierce my heart
like a bullet
but the absence of them

they leave me broken
shattered into pieces
withering away
unable to be put back together
idk
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