Category: poetry
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I know alot now, I am older. And yet I quite easily miss the younger version of myself, the girl who dreaded upon sharp objects and assumed courage to be woman with a gun in her mind, but was atleast unaware, of what pain and tragedy really felt like. But then I wish I could…
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Ghost of You
I wanted you to feel the happiness I felt; the life I felt when I sat on the sand and drew your name as each time the wave resurrected to its core. I did so many things, met so many people and had so many photographs taken in places I went and breathed with my…
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Human
I have watched the strongest people crumble down into fragments; I have also watched love heal each one of them. They always told me they missed parts of their lives because it either resided a thousand miles away or just a phone call away. They told me they missed the smell of lighted incense sticks…
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Stale coffee in broken mugs
I know, I shouldn’t. But I will still say that, I still taste you in my morning coffee and feel your kisses in the midsummer’s dreams. I will still say that, your presence never left my skin and this lips never forgot the taste you left in my tongue; bitter but still so sweet in…
Prena Poetry 