White I wish to hold you But given the reality I don't want any of my wishes to come true ©Alisha

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White It wasn't the end 🫂 They sat together the whole class, hands clutched together his fingers brushing hers, The teacher spoke, but they were too busy memorizing the way this moment felt sharing a juice by the station, Chit-chatting bout anything but farewell As the sun was warm, the air so light Then they smiled. A small wave, a turn, taking a step away. No long looks, no last words. Just a feeling that maybe this wasn’t really the end ©Alisha

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White Mom, I want to hug you but i won't as I'm afraid Mom: oh dear ,why? Afraid I might cry as I can't go back to being two again to Giggle & fight in your arm all night Now that I'm 20 and have responsibilities to fulfill, it scares me mommy What if i disappoint you? What if i couldn't succeed? What if i couldn't make you proud? What if all the money drawns? What if i fail you ? what will happen then? Would you still see me as the same ? Would I still be your golden kid ? Would you still believe in me ? Oh all these thoughts are so heavy And Everytime I want to hug you These thoughts begin to haunt me Making me feel unworthy of your warm embrace . ©Alisha

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White A poet with her poems 🪹 Her heart feels like a locked room, Whose key she lost in the shadow of thoughts. The words, once her companion, seem to have gone too, where can she find a place to bleed through, Now that even poems have left the poet’s tomb? ©Alisha

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White Why? Why is it that... I smile But never feel happy I cry But never feel light I achieve But never feel accomplished I befriend But never feel befriended I love But never feel accepted I care But never get recognised I hate But never for a long time I live But never truly feel alive ✧。 ©Alisha

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Unsplash Too much ☀️ I speak, and they flinch. I breathe, and they sigh. Like my existence is a crime, Too fluent, too firm, too much of everything they despise. I don’t ask for hands to hold, but damn, some days, I wish I could. I sit with my sorrow, let it settle in my bones, because who do I even tell, when no one listens, only throws stone? Maybe if I disappear, they’ll finally exhale. Maybe if I vanish, they’ll have one less name to hate. ©Alisha

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