-kalika

living each day without apology / you're the strong but silent type / like the way you take your coffee / im consumed by your defiant eyes

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8 months ago
Unspoken Emotion

Unspoken Emotion

I'm the pain that's settled into the crevices of your dimples when you smile, lurking like cobwebs in the rafters of a home you haven't cleaned in a while.

I am the anger sitting quite earnestly on the edge of your patient lips, anxiously fighting to not give in to haters when you could call in warships.

I am both the disappointment and acceptance you've decidedly faced, pondering longingly as you wonder if all your efforts have been misplaced.

I am the determination held in the firm hand of the most driven fighter, watching as you heed your grandfather's words: "there ain't no hill for a climber."

I am the hope flickering behind your eyes; growing the higher you climb,holding you together like a warm embrace when you want to resign.

I am the satisfaction rising with each breath in your tired chest,realizing you've helped so many to the top, passing life's true test.

-kalika


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8 months ago
Me and Christine
by kalika

A piece of my heart is buried with you, anxiously beating below the sand and soil where you lie.

I kneel next to your grave desperately needing to dig my way back to you.

Maybe if I can retrieve the other half of my heart, you'll somehow come back with it.

Our memories have no rhyme or reason because my heart lacks any consistent beat anymore.

Nearly every ounce of its will throbs tiredly remaining buried beneath the ground, as it rests in the shadow of what was left behind when your soul left your body.

Me & Christine

A piece of my heart is buried with you, anxiously beating below the sand and soil where you lie.

I kneel next to your grave desperately needing to dig my way back to you.

Maybe if I can retrieve the other half of my heart, you'll somehow come back with it.

Our memories have no rhyme or reason because my heart lacks any consistent beat anymore.

Nearly every ounce of its will throbs tiredly remaining buried beneath the ground, as it rests in the shadow of what was left behind when your soul left your body.

-kalika


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