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Every moment I spend my time with her
I know that she's the only girl I prefer
From being beautiful and sweet
To being animated and carefree
She is bliss to my life
She heartens me everyday
And she's always there when I'm down
She takes my bitterness away
She attained my heart quickly
And change my world entirely
She means so dearly to me
She has my heart completely
I really hope I never lose her
Or despair will fall completely on me
Because she's the only one I want
She's the only one I need
I know that she's the only girl I prefer
From being beautiful and sweet
To being animated and carefree
She is bliss to my life
She heartens me everyday
And she's always there when I'm down
She takes my bitterness away
She attained my heart quickly
And change my world entirely
She means so dearly to me
She has my heart completely
I really hope I never lose her
Or despair will fall completely on me
Because she's the only one I want
She's the only one I need
Literature
Only When I Write
The drama unfurling in my life
Feels like the shadow of my hand
That grows as it comes ever closer
To the light perched on my bed stand
In that I can feel the darkest cloud
Ever such a menacing sight
In time I can reverse the feeling
But only when I write
Seclusion left me with nothing
Apart from creativity
Loneliness it turns out, my friends
Is quite the aperitif
For the feast that is awaiting me
If I make it through the night
Tomorrow always brings me new hope
But only when I write
You approach me on a good day
And I will offer you a smile
The same expression on the worst days
Because my manners are so mild
But don’t take me for a t
Literature
A Letter to No One
The clock ticked against silence,
Upon the cemetery of a room.
Deep sighs weave through the air,
Meager warmth in compressed despair.
Moths fall prey to a musty lampshade,
An opened window to Night’s gloom.
Thoughts dance like ripples on water,
And clouds on the hiding moon.
A lullaby plays from the gentle sound,
Made by scratching pen on paper.
One story told too many times,
Is voiced from words created.
Though this time revived from lies,
A phoenix forms the ugly truth.
The pen rolls from the wooden desk,
Having served its final use.
Old dusty dolls and teddy bears,
Watched helplessly through glassy eyes.
No star showed to twinkl
Literature
You Say
You say you can see me,
Yet you are blind
To what I keep inside.
You say you can hear me,
Yet you are deaf
To the true meanings of my words.
You say you know me,
Yet all you know for sure
Is how to spell my name.
And you, of all people,
Want to tell me what to do?
You say you know what's best for me,
But ever since you stepped into my life
All you ever caused was pain.
You say you know how I feel,
You say my emotions are written
All over my face.
But I know that they are written
In a language you can't understand.
Don't talk like you know
About things you have no idea of.
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