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polyjuicelady · 3 years
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polyjuicelady · 3 years
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you look pretty wearing that smile.
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polyjuicelady · 3 years
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I’m craving for an old love.
The one with love letters instead of Instagram posts.
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polyjuicelady · 3 years
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you are everywhere,
yet nowhere to be found.
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polyjuicelady · 3 years
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you are a museum
of everything that my soul has longing for.
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polyjuicelady · 3 years
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There’s something unforgettable
about the way we kiss each other that night.
Your eyes are as bright as the stars,
your arms are as warm as the sun,
and your lips, they feel like hope and new start.
In a fleeting moment,
i forget who i am, where i belong,
when this is gonna turn into fire and end
just like everything else did.
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polyjuicelady · 3 years
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when you were born,
the sun and the stars wishes
you would shine less bright.
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polyjuicelady · 3 years
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one day,
we’ll fill our home with all the beautiful pieces
from the different places we’ve visited.
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polyjuicelady · 3 years
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the sun kisses goodbye,
as the moon slowly walks in.
the sky is still beautiful,
but no birds chirping.
it is sad,
for beauty can’t heal loneliness.
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polyjuicelady · 3 years
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i’m sorry,
that i’m such an old soul.
i’m sorry,
that i have to get back by 10.
i’m sorry,
that i enjoy silence,
and books,
and rainy days.
i’m sorry, for being everything you never want.
but,
i will never be sorry,
for loving you so dearly.
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polyjuicelady · 3 years
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Start depending on yourself.
You are your own walls,
your own state of grace.
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Your France morning,
and your New York evening,
depends on you.
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polyjuicelady · 3 years
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love isn’t always something mutual,
sometimes,
it’s contextual.
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polyjuicelady · 3 years
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so, is love a real thing?
or it’s just something that our mind made up to describe the feelings of desire and necessity towards someone?
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polyjuicelady · 3 years
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a poet write
because no one listens.
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polyjuicelady · 3 years
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my darling, you’re not invisible,
you shine too bright, their eyes can’t bear.
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polyjuicelady · 3 years
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and somehow your eyes radiate
like a sorrowful dilemma.
between letting you go,
or spending the rest of the eternity
still wanting to be with you.
i chose the last.
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polyjuicelady · 3 years
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there’s something poetic about the way we look at each other, aren’t we?
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