Category: poetry
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golden
“i still remember the quietness in between our conversations, the long lonely eyes of yours and daisies on your dress. the scars under your sleeves; traumas of a burnt child that now masters the fire. i still remember how much of a magic you were, until the day you quietly ran away—tired of dancing over…
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to all the amelie we had in our lives.
amelie was the new girl who sat next to me in a eleventh grade math class and doodled stars at the edge of her book. amelie was that eccentric, kind, innocent, imaginative, passion obsessed work of wonder for a human. i listened to her ingenuity for hours, painted sunsets with her and borrowed books from…
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a million tiny things
maybe the entire idea of being alive was never about achieving the greatest maybe it was about doing a thousand tiny little things one at a time loving a million tiny little things one at a time
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growing
i quite don’t remember being fifteen neither am i ready to be twenty five someday i am somewhere in between i am always somewhere half away, exhausted, half scared and sleepy with stomach burns i am that girl whose first love was loneliness the bold blooming wallflower who loved august and emptiness
Prena Poetry 