pay attention

pay attention

flowers wilt
waves can kill
a fire burns
and lights explode

stars do fall
hearts can break Read more

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hidden

hidden

and her vision blurs

as her throat tightens

with trembling hands

trapped inside a red screen

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your poem.

your poem.

holding onto the thought of us feels like

talking to a rock, and wondering why it won’t answer back,

trying a hundred keys and still failing to open up the lock

it’s like a flood in the middle of a desert,

or like a hundred feelings one can’t assert

it can be punching a wall, hoping it won’t cause you pain

or wishing that you will not get your feet wet in a pouring rain

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