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 Dec 2017 Petrichor
nadine shane
i am
a confusing person.

i may
love things
that i hate;

i may
hate things
that i love.

sometimes
i adore the sun setting
and i close my eyes
as the sun drapes itself
with dust and memories.

then
i despise the way
the sun rises
with false anticipation
for children chasing them,
desiring to touch
even a glint of gold
and sunlight.

but i try not to love
the way your crooked smile
makes everything look
endearing.

because
i am afraid
that i will soon learn
to hate it.
please do not make me adore you.
 Dec 2017 Petrichor
Gulishta
You made me by your flesh and blood.
You brought me to this world.
You bled for me,you went through immense pain for me.
You fed me the bite out of your mouth.
You dress me up in the fanciest gowns.
You are strict when you need to be.
You are gentle,.when I want you to be.
You are calm in between a chaos.
Your kiss can heal any wound.
Your touch is the best medicine.
Your hugs the warmest of the cocoons.
Your lap,the best bed I've ever slept on.
Your voice itself is my lullaby.
Your arms still the best home.
Your fussing over ,I won't exchange for the world.
You are my UNIVERSE.

You are my best friend. .
    When I need one.
You are my cheerleader. .
    When I have no one.
You are the difference. .
    Between good and bad.
You are the FACE OF THE GOD.

You are my partner in crime.
My bank where every dime is mine.
You are my first school.
You are everything that I wanna be.
You are the strength that no one can beat.
You work every minute of every week.
You stand up for me even when your knees went weak.

You are what every child should have.
You are what we took for granted.
You are the world itself..
You have so many names.
YOU ARE MY MOTHER,
MY AMMI......MY MUMMA.
    AND MY MAA.
P r e t t y   p e o p l e
W i t h   p r e t t y   w o r d s
B u t   t h e y   a r e   u g l y
T h e i r   s p e e c h   i s   s l u r r e d

They never show
Their real emotion
While people watch
Their every motion

Everything they have
Is fake
If they'd notice
They would break

They're living in
A fake reality
They need to wake up
To actuality

We always talk
Behind their backs
If they knew
They would crack

They think we love them
They think they're pretty
But they really don't
Deserve our pity

P r e t t y   p e o p l e
W i t h   p r e t t y   w o r d s
B u t   t h e y   a r e   u g l y
T h e i r   s p e e c h   i s   s l u r r e d
Just so you know, I wrote a follow up to this poem that shows another aspect of pretty people. Thanks for reading :)

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