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Esther L Krenzin Jun 2019
I'll crumble to dust
if you lean on me
any longer
I am but an sapling
that was forced to grow
before its time
a flower that bloomed
out of season
and withered before it
could blossom.
Esther L. Krenzin
Roguesong
Mystic Ink Plus Jun 2019
If it's real

At one point
They may break
Your soul

Live
Love
Peace
Genre: Dark Experimental
Theme: 11:11 || Reflections
MAX castro May 2019
I lay on my bed and stare at a blank space.
Listened to our song remembering your face.
I remember the way you loved me on my greatest.
How you made me satisfied and happy to the fullest.
It's midnight, when everyone is fragile and sad.
It's midnight, and all I can think is how you made me go mad.
Maybe midnight is the only time when I feel blue.
Maybe midnight is the only time I can think of you.
I wrote this poem when I met my ex recently after 7 years. I already moved on. But there are times that when you see a person from your past, you will remember everything that had happened between the two of you so vividly.
Christina P May 2019
I act all tough
But underneath the surface
I am fragile.

Because I hide my pain
You break me over and over again.

I constantly seek your approval
But no matter how hard I try
I never get it.

Because I don’t understand
I see myself as the problem.

I look for answers in my flaws
When in reality
The problem is you.
Twaffle May 2019
One, two, three...
I wake up again to this reality,
Dull smiles, fake faces that insist to hide.
For people tend to cover what they really feel inside.

Hey...
Didn't you feel the world already ended?
Don't you notice that the usual excitements have already faded?
To this game we have played we've been already defeated.

Hush...
Don't cry...
No one will see your tears.
Wear your mask,
it's alright...
This world has already been swallowed with fears.

This chain that restricted us to fly up high,
To feel the breeze and the horizon on the line of this endless sky.
We are dancing in the palm of this cruel reality,
Driving us to the end of our innocence and sanity.
Reality can be harsh at times, it will come at us without any warning. I always felt that, I lost that excitement feeling whenever I discover something new or events happens. Maybe it's because the world is changing and so do us.
Twaffle May 2019
The way you touch me,
makes it looks like you're touching something fragile.
But this twisted fairy tale of ours,
looked like wilted flowers.

But...

The more you took care of me,
the more cruel you destroy me.
Every love story will either end happily or sadly.
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