You And I

You And I short poem

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In your arms I found solace
In my arms you’ll see thorns
In your eyes I found truth
In my eyes you’ll see regret
In your smile I found joy
In my smile you’ll see lies
In your kisses I found love
In my kisses you’ll see vanity
I found myself in you
When I don’t want to be found
You lost yourself in me
When all you wanted was to be found

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Hi there. I am Elli. I actually nicknamed myself Elli. I am 21 and dreading turning another year older by November. I write brain farts, rants, poems and sometimes, just sometimes, short stories. I fill silences with words and kill time with words. I read, listen, and write. My whole being revolves around literature – how I perceive and express it. I am a child of the bloody/inky pen.
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