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Neha Sembian Poem
purple skies, they write to me
take your time, i know this is scary.
what is my story
where is my movie
whatever's happening to me
lovesick and lost in a purple city
get me my sunshine
two blocks of sugar with extra whipped cream
golden retriever smelling like fresh print
for I'm lovesick and lost in a purple city
midnights in october
sky's a blank canvas
painting my way to the sunrise
serene is the silence that lives.
colours of wonder
colours of joy
colours of hardwork and colours of life
purple skies and purple lives
silver linings on a dark night.
cotton candy immature little lady
too sweet to crumble too quiet to cry
the scent of coffee bringing sanity
claiming to be a fairytale
cozy sweaters as we're nearing the end
the end is only the beginning
we skip through the bends
purple madness and purple cries
streaks of gold above they glide
rays of sunlight crawling to my side
it's a purple feeling of a purple sky
calligraphy on purple clouds
meant to be letters from a secret scout
smiles of a puppy
make me so happy
for I'm lovesick and lost in a purple city
Copyright © Neha Sembian | Year Posted 2023
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I would set myself on fire just to keep you warm
I'd burn down all the bridges and be of no harm
I will walk away from everything that's mine
I won't try to make you stay, sure I'll be fine
Copyright © Neha Sembian | Year Posted 2024
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singing songs out loud in the open
loving life even when it's broken
hating how easy it can be
for people to walk all over me
screaming at screens
dying in dreams
tearing me down dreadfully
there's too much to give
I can't hold it in
but my cup is empty
nobody's willing to help me
where must i go
who must i seek
for all the strength must come from within me
what do I do
it hurts massively
I love love but love doesn't love me.
Copyright © Neha Sembian | Year Posted 2024
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we're all different people
with all different skies
one's pink, one's orange
one's a dark purple night
we're all different people
with all different skies
it is what it is, is it?
or are we just shy?
we're all different people
with all different skies
someone's bright day
must be someone else's night
Copyright © Neha Sembian | Year Posted 2024
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