Lola-Mae/15/Capricorn/Beginner/Art Junkie

@soxiwoxidoda-blog

Hey, you've all probably realised I've disappeared from tumblr...I apologise 😅 I was unmotivated to draw a few weeks back and the layout of tumblr was too confusing- so I've converted to Instagram 👌🏻 My name is of course Soxiwoxidoda so feel free to follow if u too have insta.

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happilyheartbroken13

Come home

How could such a bright life burn out so easily? Stolen in a blur of car tyres and my screams, When I was handed your collar; the last part of you that could be seen.

Slow steady footsteps back to the house, Where I could completely fall apart, Out of sight of spying eyes, Where I could cry and cry and cry, And rewind that tape to play it again; The day I lost my best friend.

I stroked you through the layers of blankets, I wanted to see your little face one last time, A reality check, or maybe just to say goodbye, But I didn’t, I couldn’t; You wouldn’t have wanted me to see, and the blankets were too tight.

You’ve been my whole world since forever, Now my bed sheets are cold and you should be here, Not in the ground; we should be together Your soft purrs a healing remedy to my heart, But instead I lie here, just like you; torn apart.

It’s been just a day but I already feel so alone, Waiting; I’ll always be waiting-

for you to come home.

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I miss our little ball of fluff so much- it's so unfair... One last cuddle...just one. ❤️💛💚💙💜 love you Mollie x And love this poem sis x

Bye mollie moo x You were the best little kitty anyone could ever have. I love you x Look after her, dad ❤️

#RIP #can still hear your mew

Word thing: sweaters!

Sweaters: I live in jumpers, hoodies and sweaters! But now it's getting warmer I see why they call it a sweat-er 😂

I don't know you very well, but I think you're talented, smart, witty, and have a good outlook. The word I choose for the other ask thing is "holiday" ☺

Awwww, that's sweet xHoliday: going camping tomorrow for a few days, does that count as my holiday? Also I've been to Barbados, Turkey, Ireland, New York, Cornwall, roads (its an island), Spain

Colour

Favorite colour: egg shell blue

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Put a word inside my inbox

And I’ll tell you a fact about myself based off that word

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reblog this if you want anonymous opinions of you

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Clay

When you look close enough, all blurred patches of perfection, Melt away, along with the grey coating my skin, The big unveil, When the show curtains fall and the actors masks fade, You can see What’s really within, Just add water to the clay-

Mask, I’m wearing a mask, Painted all over with a paintbrush that only knows pain, And heartache, And it’s too late, the mask is stuck, You see, It’s not moving It’s not budging It’s me.

I’m a high flyer, usually gripping onto life with two iron hands, Wearing my clay mask and a painted red mouth, Pulled into a smile, But if you look closer, strip the layers- one by one You’ll understand, I’m as lost as the sun.

Icarus is flying too close to me, his panic; stripping my own disguise, Cause I don’t want to hurt him, I don’t want to hurt you, So I hide, In a home made of clay and moulded, To conceal the truth, And I, I am too weak- Too slow to win this race, and my tears are not enough water to wash away this falsified face,

When you look close enough, my mask is easily ruined, If you have the time, that is To collect every droplet of ocean water, Maybe then that would be enough To wash away the lies, Wash away the pain. But the clay is spreading fast; Up my legs and around my arms, Coating my neck, feet, hands Clogging my throat-

And soon this mask,

will be all that I know.