Transparent Drawn Wings

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The emotions of a small girl are sometimes idiotic, yet, maybe her imagination and reality are big. The little girl expresses her feelings with poems, long, short, simple, or nonsense makes
everything make sense to her. She is small, but once you see her, you'll see the transparent truth.

Submitted: December 02, 2017

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(This book will update almost every day)

 

1-Wings.

12/2/17

Everyone has wings. 

They soar through skies of blue and black.

Past the clouds, over the horizion and the depths of the unknown.

The New Ones have no wings though;

The new ones are innocent, youthful, and mystique.

They haven't grown their wings.

The only thing they grew are regrets to their graves.

After that, they grow their wing to soar with the others; 

They are no longer innocent, youthful, nor mystique;

They are the skies, colored blue and black.

 

2-I Am Nonexistent Without You

12/2/17

I am me without you.

And you are you without me.

I am nothing without you;

You are nothing without me.

I am nonexistent without you,

Even if you are my opposite.

 

I am light without any darkness.

I am dark without any light.

I am evil without any good.

I am good without any evil.

 

I am going without stopping.

I am ceasing without moving.

I am capable without failing.

I am failing without being able.

 

I am nothing without thing.

I am thing without nothing.

I am death without life.

I am living without dying.

 

I am me without you.

And you are you without me.

I am nothing without you;

You are nothing without me.

I am nonexistent without you,

Even if you are my opposite.

 

3-Elsa.

12/2/17

My name is xxx. 

My sign is xxx.

My number is xxx.

You need to let it go.

You need to let it go.

 

xxx = deez nuts.

 

4-True Lies.

12/2/17

This is my truth:
I lied that I lied.

 

5-I Miss You.

12/2/17

Chat started by: Kylie

me: I miss you.

me: I love you.

me: Please get together with me again...

Baby: Dont ever text me again.

Baby: I dont miss you. 

Baby: I dont love you.

Baby: And you already got a boyfriend.

Baby: You cheated on me.

me: Dave, listen to me please...

Baby: Kylie, I am not Dave. I'm Spencer.

Chat ended by: Kylie


 

6-Morning Breaths
12/4/17

I smell the soft air of your breath. 
It smelled sweet, like honey and lavender. 
The bright sun shown the silhouette of your hair and the curtains. 
I smelled your breath once more...
It smelled like shit. 
No wait, it's my breath. 
Shit... I have morning breath.

7-Name.

12/4/17

My name is Kayla. 

My name means pure; even though I'm not pure.

I am contaminated by others and their cheating actions.

It feels like I'm alone.

Before I have been named, I was going to be named Cara.

Cara means friend, dear, and fucking femininely manly, and beloved. 

I ain't any of those except fucking femininely manly.


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