Truth be told, I feel helpless.
I kept telling myself things would get better–
Better? Everything keeps spiraling downhill.
Everything around me feels suffocating,
Feels like the walls are closing in tighter each day.
Are you even listening?
You seem disinterested, it makes me feel like a clown,
A clown who’s only ranting. That’s it. I’m done.
Done with everything.
Life has been UNJUST. And here I am, silently enduring,
Enduring because maybe, just maybe God has some better plan for me.
Maybe it's better to have faith instead of being hopeless.

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I'm not asking for anything extraordinary.
I just want to love someone and be loved in return.
Love feels simple–like breathing, like truth.

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YOU.
You are the reason
I understand love at all.
And I swear on my life,
I will love you till the day I die.

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When I see your face,
I see wrinkles, gray hair,
and children
who carry your smile.
I want your hand in mine,
to walk with you to
the ends of the earth,
to cross every
ocean beside you.
You may think
I hate your flaws,
but the truth is–
I love you for all of you.

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Varisha’s heart blooms in vocabulary’s gentle embrace,
Vivid are her verses, painting dreams in violet grace.
Vocabulary forms her world, words weaving wishes vast,
Violet becomes her muse, in every stanza cast.
Vacation in sentences, where poetic voice will never vanish,
Voice of Varisha, loving and lyrical, with violet dreams to cherish.

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is not always what we see;
it hides in silence and
reveals itself in moments
we least expect.

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Half undressed,
she held the candle and
inched towards me,
I could hear her heartbeat
echo in the silence.
With passion burning like the flame,
she pressed herself against me,
our bodies entwined as if
our souls had already merged.
Her whisper lit a fire deeper
than the flame itself.

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Trace your fingers along my curves,
Gaze at me with longing,
Whisper words of love,
Let me drown in them,
As I lose myself deep in your eyes.

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Every positivity I clung to felt like an umbrella on a stormy day,
until that umbrella grew heavy, a burden I could no longer bear–
so I gave up and let myself get drenched.

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Walking into your arms felt like
lying on a bed of roses–
until those roses turned into thorns.

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