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Notice


I’ve come to notice

On the days we scream the loudest

Our pleas have no ear to fall on

Yet a whisper of success can be heard for miles

 

I’ve come to notice that there is no such thing as wasted tears

Another drop in the ocean can swallow a city

 

I’ve come to see the world is as bright as we make it

That the nights just as we see it

But the sun always splits the night as the moon comes to shoo it away

 

You’ve never realized how close I am to giving up

How close I am to locking the doors and throwing away the key

But I don’t write for me

I write because I’m afraid of what I’ll do if I stop

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I'm a Grad student now studying Biochemistry and Biophysics (not sure how I got there). I guess I've been using this site for nearly 8 years now though sometimes I went years without writing much of anything. I write what I feel and I write what I need to let go of. Sometimes I write about a dream or a nightmare I had, If I can tell the difference. I fell in love for poetry in high school and continued to write in college. I hope to publish a book someday as well (leave a comment if a poem speaks to you). P.S. My Instagram is @CottonCandyPoems

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