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mimi-from-heaven · 2 months
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What these eyes could feel?
its a long poem today.
When you are sad, you cry.
You cry, without discretion.
It irritates me, who never had a chance.
When you are mad, you yell.
You yell at others without sympathy.
It irritates me, who never had a chance.
When you are happy, you smile.
You sound so happy when you talk.
It irritates me who never learnt how.
So when you ask me.
“Why do you look at me with such eyes?”
I will say to you.
“Nothing.”
With these eyes you’ve seen before.
They are not friendly.
They are not happy.
They are not angry.
They are me.
I will always look at you with these eyes.
You are no use to me.
I won't smile at you.
I won’t get angry at you.
I will be me, not you.
Not you who can love.
Not you who can hope.
Not you who can look into these eyes and smile.
I envy you.
I hate you.
I love you.
I care about you.
Everything I see is you.
When you look at these eyes you don’t fear.
You don't hate.
You don't love.
You are you. 
I’d hate to say these words that go around in my head.
And spill from these eyes.
I’d hate to know the meaning of the one’s that spill from my fingertips.
If I did, some might need clarification.
Others might start to hate me.
Your mood shouldn't affect those around you.
Your voice wouldn't be the only thing in my head.
Your face wouldn't be the only thing in these eyes.
Your love shouldn't be the only thing I know in this heart.
They may call this obsession.
But I call it,
What these eyes could feel.
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mimi-from-heaven · 3 months
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And so I slept.
And so, I Slept,
Because the world is too cruel,
And the world is too wide.
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mimi-from-heaven · 4 months
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That was it
That was it. Hours spent on feeding his imagination. The days he spends reading. The words burned into his heart and soul. It was never welcomed. So he'd sit for hours. Not caring for the strange looks he got. He was in a world of his own. A world of words and pages. He dreaded the day the last chapter was there to stare him in the face. He, too attached, left it when it was just right. The memories of the days he'd spent came crashing down. So he wept and wept. But there he was again into another world of pain and love. Just like the last, he left it when it was just right. He was a coward who couldn't dare to face the last page. So he stopped when he smiled more than ever. There was never an end. The memories lived in his heart and mind. That was it.
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mimi-from-heaven · 4 months
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Behold
Behold.
Witness.
I am death itself.
Behold.
Witness.
I am life as well.
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mimi-from-heaven · 4 months
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Hello everyone
I assume most of you are coming over from my NSFW blog, but this blog is to show off my poetry. If you don't wanna read about stuff like that, then that's alright. I won't be posting any pics on here, just my poetry. I expect you all to respect that. No sending me any NSFW DMS on here. If you saw this blog first and are interested, my first blog is @tiny-mimi thank you. All the stuff I post on here is mine. I don't give you permission to post it as yours, respect that, please.
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