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Hey there! I'm Diana and sometimes I write stuff. The results make up this blog.

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Façade

If love comes quickly, will it soon fade like the evening of a masquerade? When truths reveal as daylight breaks will you become a past mistake?

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Rosy Days

Oh to be within your touch to be in love with you this much my heart's as light as moonbeams with you each day feels like a song where nothing could ever go wrong when your eyes shine like stars agleam I never thought I would be struck by clever cupid's smitten luck as foolish as it all may seem but when you press your cheek to mine the moment seems to slow down time and life with you feels like a dream

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Immensity

my bones tell me to rest but my mind feels rebellious grasping at illusions of contentment what is the world if not chaotic fluidity innately personal unkind and unfair a tapestry of mirrors reflecting our innermost thoughts through the fragments of reality such dazzling kaleidoscopes of interpretation and judgment yet discarded so easily going unnoticed as we dance through the vastness of night

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Ghost

isolation spills into my chest dripping over my ribcage and nestles into the depths of my stomach where all the butterflies have died and turned into stone a morose reminder as we spin on this planet among eight billion others I am chained to the solitude of existing alone

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Aurora

show me how to let go so when I finally breach the surface of my mind's restless dwelling I can set my eyes upon the stars and bask in the moonlight as it kisses my cheek good morning

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II

you've got me feeling some kind of way nostalgic for something that hasn't taken place I wonder if you've ever felt the same like you've known a whole soul before knowing their name

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False Veil

I saw you in your dollhouse drinking coffee with your new man how hard is it to convince yourself that you’re happy with this new plan you are quite the performer acting out these fallacies but I’ve seen this play before and I don’t like tragedies it must be a strange feeling to bury yourself alive for society’s acceptance under pressure fossilized papered lies told in disguise of your picturesque lifestyle is it a closet or a coffin you nailed shut with denial either way I was there when you caged yourself in but now you’re playing house and no one’s left to win a genuine world exists out there but you chose this fantasy instead that’s the sin that’s been committed not the woman in your bed

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Juniper

I wish that we had it that thing others have you know that magnetic pull with the power to plunge two souls into depths of unwavering love

I wish that we had it the kind of love that is obvious fueled by undeniable chemistry so sizzling and palpable it draws in the gaze of everyone else in the room

I wish that we had it the kind of love where you just know when every instinct is so sure and content there's no questioning or fear no hint of cold feet just the calm inner feeling that this is meant to be

I wish that we had it the kind of love so soft yet mundane where the coffee is made without having to ask or the car is already filled up with gas and you mindlessly trace your thumb against mine as we sit in a darkened movie theater

I wish that we had it the kind of love that is lasting where we endure every decade that life throws our way and still we both stay even on the days where it's hard to like one another we both choose to put in the energy and the effort

I wish that we had it the kind of love that's not platonic but what we lack can't be forced that's the sad irony no matter how hard we tried we just weren't meant to be

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Smoulder

my mind is still racing I can't fall asleep  the need to overthink  has its claws gripped in me we fell apart from the start tried to stitch the debris but you only heard what you chose to believe  I drank in the darkness and tried not to see all the crystal and crimson from glass and skinned knees while our house was on fire I managed to breathe your silver tongue became steel then it cut me too deep  so don't try to make amends don't ask me what I need you locked that door when you left and I burned the key

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Lullaby For Andromeda (Original Lyrics)

Breathing in a somber stillness My eyes are blinded black by ink All I can hear is my own heartbeat There's nothing left but time to think

You always knew how to reach me Held my hand through the darkest parts I never thought I'd slip through your fingers Only seconds til the numbing starts

Fade into slumber Drifting out too deep Lost in this feeling Even the gods themselves Will weep

At the end you beamed so brightly Another sun slowly dying Sometimes I think that you'll still find me Cause if you could, you would be trying

You always knew how to love me Held my hand through the darkest parts I never thought you'd slip through my fingers Tell me when the healing starts

Fade into slumber Drifting out too deep Lost in this feeling Even the gods themselves Will weep

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Tell Me

what do you want I want to be that whatever you want just for a moment at least to feel what it's like to be wanted by you to be desired by the only person I've ever wanted to be desired by do you think of me ever do you wonder how I am or wish that I'm happy am I on your mind when you're alone in quiet moments will you ever know how influenced my thoughts are because of you I want to know have you thought of us meeting again someday how you'd look or what you'd say or if I’d say your name the same way I always did have you ever dreamt of me and felt so at peace that you willed yourself to fall back asleep just to be there again because I have about you all the time

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Hanging In Blue

I sit in the wake of your lack to reply my lungs still sore from bated breath just as a flower cut from bloom awaits its own impending death

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Entropy

my mind is a weathered storm full of thick foggy clouds  glutted and suffused with the weight and chaos of unpredictability its electric currents run rampant and wild shooting self-inflicted  daggers of humility and existential doubt its thunderous rage soaked with static anxiety  drips onto my shoulders and singes my lungs striking me, it watches looming ever so presently and begs to consume as I drown in the waves of my own undoing

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December

I wish the weight on my shoulder was your head resting gently the warmth of your body cradled softly by mine huddled and cuddled beneath a blanket together next to a fire and a freshly cut pine but the weight that I feel isn’t you or another just the burdens I bury in bottles of wine so I sit here alone with the world turning colder knowing our future withered dead on the vine

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Daydream

you’ll find me in the meadow past the fence where the violets grow when evening shadows blanket the field and pink clouds liken the roses below with bark as dark as vanilla sacred trees surround me their soft autumn leaves the shade of Thai tea I gather wild flowers in the golden magic hour tucking them gently inside each pocket along with the memories of childhood dreams and the smile of a lover kept close in a locket in this place I am free to take a moment and breathe appreciate every good thing ever given to me and remind myself of the love that I’ve seen even though sometimes life isn’t what you thought it to be there’s comfort in knowing you can always daydream

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June

As your lips brush my skin, each kiss bathes me in sin; and darling I’ll drown in the solace of you.

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Do You?

Do you find it strange that when I think of happiness I hear the way you say my name, and all the times you laugh at my dumb jokes even though they're all the same? Is it too forward that I think of things I'd say during conversations in my mind we would have throughout the day? What would I do  if your fingers were to linger just a bit too close to mine? Would I be bold enough to take the leap and make them intertwine? Am I a coward? Do I write instead of speaking? Is there safety in a secret? I can never tell. You wear it well -- that smell of sweet pea and nostalgia; the kind of comfort people long for but most will never find. These walls I hide behind --  are they too high for me to climb? Do you think that you would catch me if I fell  or slipped into your grip? I really hope you wouldn't mind.

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