Mirakee
Oh to be loved
To hear music when they speak
To see stars in the empty sky
To fly high without wings
Oh to be loved
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ahoneybun
51w
Screw it, I'll like my own posts.
Self love, baby -
Yellow muddled sunrise through the window
Eating my thoughts for breakfast
Eh~ You're still reading my words? 0w0
That's unfortunate uwu
So...(◉⌓◉)
Kangaroos are scary
Snakes aren't that bad
Knees are just the elbows of legs,
Sing your favorite song
Kick all your enemies
Savour the sunshine while you can
This poem makes no sense
Honestly, does it need to?
I think I like it so far
Confusing, careless, overall trash
Cheesy, easy, lactose intolerant
©ahoneybun -
To write about love
To sing of it
To cry because of it
I know of love
But I will never love anyone
As how Romeo loved Juliet
Why would I weep and die
For someone other than me?
I know of love
I love my pens
And my books
And the smile my mother gives me
And the warmth of family
I love the way love makes people write
And act, and talk, and kiss, and live
I hate the way love makes people write
And act, and talk, and kiss, and live.
©ahoneybun -
Being here without reason
Existing for now without purpose
How long had these feelings been here?
All these grey, muddled voices
Piling up in my head, my heart
Please tell me what's wrong...
You're gone again.
©ahoneybun -
The sky can mourn
The sky can smile
The sky can bleed
The sky can cry
No one loved the skies less
For being grey
The sky can weep
The sky can laugh
The sky...
Its blue today
©ahoneybun -
I wished you loved me
The way you looked at others
You always seemed happier
Without me
We're drifting apart
I'm trying to stay dry
On my rocking raft
You laugh, dancing and spinning with them
I can't do much
The storm here is too loud
Trying to reach out
My shaky, wet hand
Almost touched your silk shirt
I stopped
My eyes filled with salt water
You don't deserve this
I laid on my rocking raft
Looking at the night sky
I hear your laugh
And I smiled
With tears streaming down
I felt my raft start to break
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ahoneybun
72w
My brain screams
'Do your work'
My hand weeps
'I can't'
And I laid on the floor
Sobbing
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Waking up
Only to fall
Back into slumber
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Butterflies aren't real
They're made of fears and glitter
And live in your stomach
They don't like flowers
Rather have thoughts
It tastes better I suppose
Not really nice
Those mean little things
But listen for a bit
They'll whisper what you need
Once, twice
Never too much
They spread their wings
And flutter away
Never to be seen again
Butterflies aren't real
But what do I know
It isn't Spring yet
That's for sure
©ahoneybun
