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19�� She had the Soul made of Moon and Stars

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  • girlwithsoul 55w

    I remember the way I fell in love with you.
    The voices we laughed,
    Still echoes inside my head.
    I remember the way you stared at me
    From the classroom corner.

    Now, I stare the way our love
    Grew into a home.
    A home where you and I
    Built memories.

    Your brown eyes which drags me
    Into the classroom corner
    Is what I seek
    In this unreal world.

    For the only special person
    In my life,
    Life is Hard.
    Being Alive is harder.
    But I don't fear storms and earthquakes,
    If u are with me.

    I know our hair turns grey,
    And our skin looses shape,
    Our tummies grow as we get old.
    Every thing which shined,
    Looses its strength,
    While the only thing remains
    Unchanged should be the love we have for us.
    Cuz believe me,
    We are rare
    In this unreal world.
    You and I are gonna rock our grey hairs
    And turn our tummies into
    A real story of love.

    I promise you,
    To hold ur hand when we turn 80,
    And let you know,
    How cute ur smile is even without a teeth,
    And how pretty your soul shined
    For all these years for me.

    In this world full of Unreal people,
    You are a piece of Real Magic!


    ©girlwithsoul

  • girlwithsoul 55w

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  • girlwithsoul 56w

    Would you leave me
    If all of my cells fail to remember
    How to love?


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  • girlwithsoul 56w

    If you love yourself,
    You are already an art ❤

    #poetry #thoughts

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    Create an art out of the things
    You hate on yourself.


    ©girlwithsoul

  • girlwithsoul 56w

    Self love could make your demons
    Rest in peace.

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  • girlwithsoul 57w

    NOBODY SAW ME

    Lying on my bed
    While I was just a kid,
    Painting Gardens and roses.

    Sat there alone
    With my brother on my side,
    Don't even bother to look up.

    I hear the voices and noices
    For the 100 th time.
    No,they aren't coming from my head.

    Look around
    With my wide eyes
    Saw my mamma on the floor
    And saw my dad like a lion roar.

    I keep their voices and noices,
    Inside my pages
    For, I learned to fake a smile
    While I was just a kid of 2nd grade.

    Kids at my school
    Talk about their dads and mommies,
    Talk about their birthday parties
    And flooded with their gifts.

    But Nobody saw me,
    Hiding my little broken heart.

    Nobody saw me,
    Wish that I was never born.
    I saw my pages
    While I paint myself,
    Changing colours and
    Turning blue.

    . By Anshi

    #childhoodtrauma #trauma #poetry #thoughts #diary

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    While I paint myself,
    Changing colours and
    Turning blue.

    ©girlwithsoul

  • girlwithsoul 57w

    Pain wakes me up,
    From my daydreams.
    He touches me on places
    Where it hurts the most.
    And rip of my wounds
    And let it bleed.

    Why would anyone choose a broken heart
    To break it more?


    ©girlwithsoul

  • girlwithsoul 57w

    Everyone is broken.
    It's the way they heal that makes
    the difference.


    ©girlwithsoul

  • girlwithsoul 57w

    Your soul is your own magic wand.


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  • girlwithsoul 57w

    Some people are meant to be
    In the graveyard of
    Your memories.



    ©girlwithsoul