Poetry

my poems aren’t you

my poems can never be you, the one thing i want them to be

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Simply Something

be gentle with yourself

Sometimes I feel that we only remember the instances when SOMEONE has helped us, or has been kind to us in ways. An act of kindness done by others that makes us feel a little happier. But why is it that we often neglect the kindness that we show ourselves?  The number of times we…… Continue reading be gentle with yourself

Poetry

I came here to build you [not to love]

Simply Something

I Am So Much More

Don’t call me pretty Or beautiful, Or tell me I have pretty hair That you want to stroke with your hands I am so much more than what you see I’m a sunflower in a bed of roses Taste of coffee at 3am I’m that bubble floating around finding its way That echo that comes…… Continue reading I Am So Much More

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A broken hearted person’s love

Do you know what’s the most beautiful kind of love?   It’s the love of a broken hearted person because it is in giving it that they mean-  I have felt love in my heart and then it has been shattered. Into rumbles, pieces and dust.  My love was savoured like a tasty treat and…… Continue reading A broken hearted person’s love

Floating Thoughts

I want to live simply

I want to live simply.  I want to stand beneath the crying sky and soak myself in its tears and understand it’s pains, and realise that it’s okay to let it all out sometimes.  I want to live simply.  I want to wander in little independent coffee shops and book stores isolated in small lanes…… Continue reading I want to live simply