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 May 29 Dorothea Daisy
lizie
my name was just letters
until you said it,
soft, certain,
like it belonged to someone worth holding.
you gave it weight,
a kind of beauty
i never saw alone,
until you spoke it,
and it became yours.
 May 29 Dorothea Daisy
lizie
your name is more than a name to me.
it’s a pulse,
a reflex,
a sound that lives in my chest
more than my mouth.
i hear it and feel,
not just you,
but everything we ever were:
the late night texts,
the saxophones,
the way you once said my name like it was music.
your name is the word i think of
when people ask what love feels like.
it’s the ache behind songs,
the catch in my breath
when someone else says sean.
sean.
s e a n.
they don’t know what it means to me.
ive learned to drown out the pain.
(is this a good way to cope?)
why couldn't you ever give 𝘮𝘦 a chance like the way you give every other pretty girl a chance?
I see the way you act around every other girl and it scares me how when you first met me you treated me all sweet, and now its like I was just a phase, an era for you.
people shouldnt led someone on making them feel all goody about themselves just to to do that with everyone
Mobile, Mobile, the society destroyer,
To recover that disease, it is my prayer.
Watching it from Morning till night
Is everyone doing wrong or right?

Playing games or using social media,
Destructive loss of idea.
Using Google for information,
And got reduced use of books for interpretation.

Mobile, Mobile, the society destroyer,
Making the world less merrier;
Causing damage of vision,
Causing loss to the young generation.

Oh God, eliminate the addiction
of the device making way to destruction.
Make our generation to rise,
So that we can become perfectly wise.
 May 27 Dorothea Daisy
Arna
"It's hard to live in a place where your existence feels more like a burden than a responsibility."
Some truths hurt, but they also remind us we’re not alone in feeling them.
I don't want to fall like the leaves in autumn.
or like the snow in winter,
or rain when god is crying down to what a disappointment I am.
I want to shine like the sun, I want them to notice my sparkly lip gloss and admire me, like Athena.
I want to guide everyone through the night with my moonlight.
but I fail to their eyes because they dont see a success,
they see the opposite, they see ugliness. well now I know to never try again.
I cant believe
words can hurt
way more than
actual pain causing
these tears to roll
down my face.
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