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What poetry and books mean to me. Estarla

Blogs are funny things they let you express all the things you do and don’t say in your normal day to day lives and many of us write to express how we feel. This blog is going to be like that.

Day one September 24, 2020

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September 24, 2020

The seasons have changed without a passing

thought it changed from summer to winter

there was no pause for fall.

~changing seasons

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Day 2 Wednesday September 30th

September 30, 2020

I’ve flown way to close to the sun I am lost in the brilliance of the lights What I called love was something different It was the glistening moon reflected off the surface of the turmoil Of the land -What have we become

Day 4 October 2, 2020

October 05, 2020

Missing parts She’s apart of me I’m apart of her entwined legs shuddering as she takes me apart breath hitched a whisper escapes our lips a hitch scratches along my back a low moan back arched a low rumble a plead to go faster a slow movement a beginners plead for more A sadistic chuckle a head shook no a head thrown back ass in the air a explosion of taste a new experience

Day 5 October sixth, 2020

October 06, 2020

Baby boy- They say I’m trapped in a circle that never ends Every argued feather full of lies that was light as a million stones of envy and selfishness They call me vain I bite back with bitter words that haven’t learned how to disguise its broken home Hurt in words that were meant to heal Where am I headed? A love so toxic and never ending a foolish girl Wanting him when he pushes her away A whisper of broken promises Of Broken dreams Soft eyes that hide a turmoil of thoughts A love many say is a trap no where to go Broken hearts 💔 Teary springs and years that passed It wasn’t love it was the feeling of being seen That made her head turn It was the promise of love that kept her stuck and blindfolded to who he really was🦋