Words From My Heart.

Poet, writer, deep thinker, star gazer, lover. Original writings © all rights reserved. •••

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You’re reading my words in a little shop in the city, and your throat is choked up as you see in my poems all the ways you never deserved me.

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i love this <3

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Long time... yikes, sorry guys.

Hey you guys! It has been waaaay too long since i’ve last posted on tumblr and to be quite honest I had forgotten about this account. :( Buuuut now that I have rediscovered it I will be writing new poetry and other things for you guys! 

I want to get better at my writing so I would absolutely love to get some requests if you have any :) 

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(Art by: Leonid Afremov)

We walk Side by side With hands Intertwined, Below the gleam Of golden lit Branches, The leaves Whisper Secrets Of Our grandest Adventures And what Our love Entails. © Cheyenne Sioux

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I am slowly learning that some people are not good for me, no matter how much I love them. I deserve someone who is gentle and kind because my soul is getting tired. Realizing that I deserve something good is one of the first steps.

Michelle K., Why I Need to Say Goodbye To You (via perrfectly)

The feels

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“Beneath the Hangman’s Tree” Cheyenne Sioux

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Cheyenne Sioux

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Her Name

When he asked me to dance, My world fell into place- The pieces had never aligned so right. I put my heart into his hands Expecting him to hold on, to it tight.

The months grew forward, And the seasons changed Much like a diminishing flame. For this love had vanished The second, he called me by her name.

Now I’m done dancing, with those sweet satin eyes I’ve shelved his words of appeal By the book of his fabrications So my heart can finally heal. © Cheyenne Sioux

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A tasteful frenzy

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Little dabbles: number two 💗

Mind is aching, Tired of constant thinking. Tired of reminiscing. Empty words. Promises unfulfilled Leaving nothing But a broken heart.

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Photo credit: Brooke Shaden

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Photo credit: Melissa Forman

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Little dabbles, piece one. 💗

But our love was like a sunset; Caught between two horizons. Not coming nor going, Just stuck, amongst Torn and tattered feelings That were never fully expressed. ~ Chey Sioux ( @whispersunderthemoonx )

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He kissed her.

He kissed her like the sun would no longer set and the moon would no longer rise. like the planets were colliding, and the earth was at its demise. He kissed her like he had missed her in many lives before and opportunity had finally come knocking at his door. He kissed her like this was the last chance he would ever get that he is finally paying off his hearts final debt. He kissed her like he would never have another day and this was better than any words he could ever say. He kissed her deep, with a burning desire that would ignite the world and set hearts on fire. He kissed her gently, but with an unsettling passion like their flame had dwindled and their hearts were left ashen.

© Cheyenne Sioux ( @whispersunderthemoonx )

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Reminiscing you. 💭 | 11:41 pm