I have lived in fear for a while
Afraid to speak my truth and dare
Afraid to fight a little for myself
Or for the ones I fell
But I have finally grasped ephemerality
And the importance of ceasing the day
Uncaring about superficial consequences
And experiencing deeds worth to tell

© living in verses

Garderobe

My feet have never chased an unfazed soul
My impassiveness is slightly worse
Once a mortal neglects my cherished care
I ice up like the coolest glacier on Earth
And flush amity leftovers down the garderobe*

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*garderobe: a term used to indicate a castle toilet

There was a time I felt ashamed of my romantic nature
I kept the beauty to myself, behind an apathetic veil
So typically adolescent
Though how can anyone remain uncaring
In front of unpredictably rough waters
Yet so charmingly splendid

© living in verses

No one warned me that aging implies the spirit’s convolution
I have always fancied order and the ability to identify my traits
Not for a label crave or shortage in individuality
Rather a longing for anatomizing and studying myself

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I love being encircled by miscellaneous souls
The ones who spur me to be more spontaneous
I’ve always been more inclined to reticence
And nourishment of my precious moments alone
But now I know that the key is within finding a balance
To be equally pleasant to others while respecting the freedom of your soul

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I learned how to live hand in hand with my intricacy
For there was a time I felt lonely and misunderstood
Now I know it is wasteful attempting to be fathomed
And subduing your spirit just to end up bitterly unheard

© living in verses