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 Apr 2020 Carla
Sandoval
Bogart
 Apr 2020 Carla
Sandoval
He had
those
heartbreaking
Bogart eyes,
that sad,
tender look
when we last
kissed
goodbye

*Sandoval
 Apr 2020 Carla
nabilah
change.
 Apr 2020 Carla
nabilah
how could you be so innocent?
you made out of an evil dust,
you grow like a giant peanut tree lived by a monster,
there's a monster inside you,
he eats every-single-pieces the kindness you had,
you turned into everything you said you would never be.
 Apr 2020 Carla
Samantha
It's funny how the heart continues to love even after it's been broken.
I love you, Daddy <3
 Apr 2020 Carla
Samantha
"You accept the love you think you deserve."
                                                
                                                                     - Stephen Chbosky
 Apr 2020 Carla
Ciel Noir
Sunrise
 Apr 2020 Carla
Ciel Noir
drops of dew
shine like diamonds in the dawn
a world full of stars
All the way long it was an illusion,
To be a part of it was my own decision,
It was after sometime,
When I couldn't feel this breath of mine,
I realized,
How I am going to be despised,
But I just got tangled into it completely,
And was trapped in the cage ultimately,
Not of greed, anger and selfishness,
But of grief, disappointment and life's pointlessness,
Happiness was not a part of this deal,
So it might take a million years to heal.
You live in a dreams.
You manufacture illusions.
-Tennessee Williams
Your eyes tell a different story,
Like your mind in someone's memory,
But knowing that too I still like you,
Do you know why?
Because I want to.
Liking someone is a candle.
It can melt, burn out and you have no idea how long it can last...
-Awishfulfirefly
 Apr 2020 Carla
Unpolished Ink
If I could

I would write you a poem that speaks of midnight

And fill my pen with inky darkness and the bright cold light of stars

If I could

I would sing of the rolling moving sea that is never stilled

Cool grey and aquamarine would fill my palette as I brush the words

If I could

I would bring you lush hills and deep shady valleys in between

Pine green and Ochre are the threads in my rhyming tapestry

If I could

I would speak of dawns and sunsets bathed in infinite beauty

Hot pink and vivid tangerine silks gathered into a cloth of sound

If I could

I would write you a living landscape of colour to keep you warm on winter days

If only I could...
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