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Astra Aug 2020
she bravely writes her words as if she hasn't spoken in years,
she closes her eyes to the troubles of the world in hopes she can escape the traps of lies,
she wonders if they will come to save her but understands if they do the will find out just as she has there is no way out,

she will not speak unless spoken too,
only write what she is given permission too,
and only read the books she gives,

she will conform to society because it is the only way she has to know how to survive,
she would rather die than fight for her own rights,
she would rather become silent an, have saved her soul then lose the little light she has,
the little light she stole,

so I know it might not seem like much but she has been taught to hide her true intentions,

give her time,
she will surprise you,
because though she quiet she is not blind,
and they will all soon learn who she is behind close doors
Wow first piece in a really long time
Aer Jul 2020
it was flashes of light
rebounding off of the various mirrors
blinding me, and making me reach towards you.
you were a tall sunflower,
guiding me through the messy roads
mixing your bright pigment with my navy blue
and creating a safe harbour—
a world of colour I never knew.
and we were together in harmony
Dhimss Jul 2020
Can I be your old cardigan?
holding your scent,
your sweetest memories?

Can I be your cardigan?
the one you'd ditch
cool clothes for?

Can I be your cardigan?
The one who keeps that you warm,
even when the world keeps moving on?

Will you let me be that old cardigan of yours,
part of your unchangeable past
The solace, you keep asking for?
laura Jul 2020
Whenever I'm with you
I feel safe, I feel
like nothing bad will
ever happen to me.
I'm thankful for that,
I know that I'll always
have a safe place.
Mitch Prax Jul 2020
If you want to keep
yourself safe and content then
never let them in

11:08 PM
15/7/20
There are some homes,
Which feels more at home than our home.
People, there are rude but true.
It feels safe to be there rather than roam.
They understand because they themselves have gone through.
But they actually value you for being you.
That's the real home where you find your true construe.
wren Jul 2020
looking out my window doesn’t scare me anymore

it’s just people
it’s just the earth

i’m already one with whatever lingers in that darkness
looking outside feels like warmth
The world in a place
Never dreamt of, for itself, nor its inhabitants

Everyone is going through something
That nobody should

Ripping at the seams
Much to accommodate, distressed

Some on the edge, the going is tough
Losing to stress

For some there is everyone
The fabric of love, three-plied strong

If possible be there for someone
A blanket stitch at the seams, saves fine

There is much to explore in the world we inhabit
We need our world, and the love it needs
Let’s give what we can, and receive the same
Hazel grey Jul 2020
I feel so safe in his arms that even if the world crumbled in pieces, i would be the only survivor.
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