crystal_snow

We were born to be alone Why are still looking for love?

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  • crystal_snow 2w

    #remember

    DON'T ASK ME WHAT I'VE WRITTEN I'M REALLY RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS

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    Remember remember
    You are the sky
    Reflecting your beauty, the stars are your ornaments.
    And you carry the weight if your scars , the moon.
    And your lovely thoughts, the clouds, weaving you a dreamy dress

    And man kind looks up to you, astound by your breath.

    They only wish to touch your lips.

    // But you have already given all of yours to them//

    ©crystal_snow
    5.1.22

  • crystal_snow 2w

    #clerihew #wod
    Dedicated to my favourite girl group TWICE��❤️
    Any once here?��

    Thank you for the ❤️ WN (38)

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    They'll look at you Twice
    You'll be kissed by paradise
    For, they're queens clothed by flair
    Wearing a crown of kindness
    They'll make talent go breathless.

    ©crystal_snow
    2.1.22

  • crystal_snow 2w

    #newyear #wod
    Happy new year dearss����
    @writersnetwork thanks a bunch for the ❤️(37) repost �� (4)
    My new year gift!!

    #iredu

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    Time gifts us a brand new journal,
    Empty 365 pages.
    But what shall we pen on those pages?
    With Those forgotten tears, we shall write about those vivid colours, almost monochrome.
    Paint broken pieces of our heart, and stick some dead butterflies, that died because of hope.

    But we shall also write
    With the honey of hope.
    A thousand sonnets, blushing at us
    Paint a new painting , of unknown colours, yet beautiful.
    Stick sunflowers, that will never wither.
    And also some clover leaves.

    ©crystal_snow
    1.1.22

  • crystal_snow 3w

    #live #wod
    Thank you for the ❤️ WN (36)

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    If love was a blanket of roses
    Instead of a sky of thorns

    If the light wrote poetry within
    And the darkness was guilty its existence

    If hope were thousand baby suns,
    Sprouting from my braid
    And all the pesimist thoughts, was cigarette smoke

    I shall not live in vain

    ©crystal_snow

  • crystal_snow 3w

    #skinny #wod
    @writersnetwork thanks a bunch for the ❤️ (35) and EC��✨(9)

    #iredu

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    Warm hope spreads,
    Smiling
    Sunflowers
    Grow
    Within.
    Smiling
    Destiny
    Waiting
    Ahead.
    Smiling,
    Warm hope spreads

    ©crystal_snow

  • crystal_snow 3w

    #skinny (ig?)
    #wod

    This is so hard to write ��
    Thank you for the ❤️ WN (34)

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    The skies kiss
    Poetry,
    She
    blushes
    Stars.
    Poetry
    In
    Return
    Shed's
    Sonnets
    To
    Kiss the skies

    ©crystal_snow
    29.12.21

  • crystal_snow 3w

    Sky: the world
    #photograph #insecurities #wod
    Inspired from @inkandfable670 and the song celebrity by IU

    Thank you for the ❤️ WN (33)

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    We are all stars, painted by god's left hand
    But the sky is always there to photograph our crooked lines.
    We might loose our sparkle.
    But we shall not erase those improper lines
    Because that's what makes us a butterfly, with glitters on our wings.


    28.12.21
    ©crystal_snow

  • crystal_snow 3w

    The passing wind
    Stitches your scars with the stars
    And preserves your smile in a bottle.
    Dries your pain, with the help of the sun.
    Creates butterflies, with colourful memories in their wings
    Conquers the sky, to write poetry
    About life.

    ©crystal_snow

  • crystal_snow 3w

    The stories that you read
    Are the stars and butterflies
    I puked from the chambers
    Of my withering heart
    To mould a beautiful lie
    Called 'poetry'

    ©crystal_snow
    27.12.21

  • crystal_snow 3w

    The stories you read
    From the dilapidated pages of my heart
    Written with Stardust, mixed with love and sorrow.
    Is for my love, poetry
    Who kisses my dilapidated pages,
    With her tears, she borrowed from the pheonix.
    Who decorates my hair, with the daisy's she grew within herself.
    Who paints my body, with the blue she stole from the sky, without asking the clouds.
    The Ambrosia she feeds me, that she broke from her heart.

    Those are the stories you read

    ©crystal_snow