Wither.

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she found herself running again.
but this time,
no one is chasing her.
not fear, not doubt,
and not even the regret of her past.
she ran because she must.
she needs to.
she knows she’s too vulnerable.
too fragile, too trusting.
she believes that if she’s worthy enough.
she will be found and not the one who finds.
the one being fought for and not the one who keeps on fighting.
in a battle she could not win over.
she hopes that she doesn’t have to hide anymore.
and still yes, she seeks to be the one.
but not the one who loves more than the other.
and so she is running.
with her bare feet
and her heart open.
praying to the Man above.
to make her so ready
to finally find that freedom
that feels like home.

 

-ElyWrites✍️

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bloom.

she doesn’t need some fixing,
for she is not broken.
she isn’t looking for a missing piece of a puzzle,
for she is already whole.
what she needs is patience.
while she grows in spirit with the Creator.
a little bit of understanding.
as she deals with the worldly chaos as she matures into a woman.
and lots of love, the genuine kind.
as she learns to fall in love with her flaws,
strong enough to love you just the same.

-ElyWrites✏

 

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Sunkissed Confession.

Today she confessed to the sea.

Of how much she loves you.

She thought it would be better.

For the water could go as deep and as wide.

Just like her heart.

The tides might weaken her.

The lashing waves would hurt.

But she will not fret.

Because even if that same water would not

be able to touch her again.

She gives hope to her heart’s declaration.

That it will reach out to you.

Leading yourself to her.

One day.

-ElyWrites✍️

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When she says she loves you.

You won’t just simply get to taste or

have half of her heart.

But her as a whole.

From all her broken pieces gathered

as one.

From all her miseries and silent cries

that the world has done.

From the inside out.

She’ll give it to you.

Her flaws and imperfections.

Her wild thoughts and overwhelming

imaginations.

She is yours –

body, mind, and soul.

Every curves and edges.

Her strengths and weaknesses.

You will have all of her, consented.

Now the challenge is –

Would you be able to handle her

without breaking her heart again?

Because if not –

take a step back and look at her for

the last time.

If you couldn’t see your future with

her the way she sees her future with

you.

Leave her heart in silence.

And walk away for good.

Before she breaks.

Or before the worst.

-ElyWrites✍️

Poet – try 💙

You’re the kind of love that stings in

her chest once in a while.

Either because of insecurity, jealousy,

or overthinking.

But you also happened to be the kind

of love –

That fills in her weary and wounded

self.

Replacing her fears, sorrow, and

brokenness.

With the kind of love that makes her

breathe again.

-ElyWrites✍️

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Ely.

She travels by that name.

And get lost with it too.

The world only notice the side of her

that is happy.

But somewhere deep inside she’s a

little blue.

She’s tough yet vulnerable.

She’s a believer of hope even if the

future is still questionable.

And most of all –

When she says she loves you,

trust her.

When she says she’s in love with you,

trust her even more.

Because it takes her a lot of courage to

give both with conviction all at once.

But if you dare not to take her

heart for good.

You’ll lose her.

And she’ll let yourself lost too.

And she’ll never turn back.

Never.

Ever.

-ElyWrites✍️

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Love.

To the one –

Who always make her remember the

very first time that you met.

It’s no secret to the world that it’s

been quite a long time.

But you had a clear recollection of

how she looked at you that night.

Did it make your heart skipped a beat?

Because hers didn’t but rather it was

beating faster than the usual.

And that exact moment where she

called you by your name.

Guided you to the crowd.

With a touch of music adding magic

to that splendid time.

There you knew that that night would

truly be one for the books.

For you found yourself a home after

getting lost.

And so did she.

-ElyWrites✍️