K.E.K.O.
(18+)
He had true colors about him. It was always eye talk between us, and we'd laugh without a word or move around. A kind of different brother I inherited. The one you could sit on a tree with near the river and be silently in peace in everything around you. He was a great God-given friend. One I wished, I could've sang to more. It'll never feel real, for even now, it feels all too fake... You were there since day one! I know we weren't blood, but that doesn't change a thing. It never did. I know that when time comes, everyone perceives the outcomes differently. I wanted to paint you across the canvas outside my head. Only... My heart and soul are too injured to do so. Therefore, I hope to remember your colors and not forget. I pray to God I can outbeat the illness inside of me, and hopefully, by then, you won't just be another memory. I slide down into my top drawer like all the rest. I love ya, dear one! I always will, our friend, for family doesn't end in blood. Hmph- Did it ever‽
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Question 1?/Вопрос 1?
The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.
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