"I am fine"
Alina Bush
🦋🦋🦋 I know it’s hard to say, “I’m fine,” While demons whisper in my mind. My soul is stained with ruby wine, I'm lost, uncertain, nearly blind. The sky ignites with silver scars, Soft constellations guide my soul. Fly me past Venus, then to Mars— I’ve lost my faith, I’ve lost control. I’m fine—just stop, no need to ask. I love the warmth you bring to me. No more pretending, no more masks— All wounds have healed, I set you free. I’m more than fine—I spread my wings, I race along the Milky Way. No time for tears, no sorrow clings, Love’s fever lifts me, come what may. I know it’s hard to wait so long, To trust in echoes of a dream. But love will play its sweetest song, And I will hear its chords redeem.
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Wonderful 👏👍 sis...its good 💕💞
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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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I saw a dream, and there were you, And there was coldness in your eyes. I wonder what a kind of true Made you become as cold as ice. And later I looked back to get a sense This empty glance was hellish call of past. It used to be a high and strong defense Against the world, the pain and me at last. You looked at me, and peering in your soul, I felt so lonely, as something vital died. And that is what I fear most of all - That nothing gentle will remain inside. Inside of you. Inside of me as well. And nothing will be said to farewell.
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