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Student Just a girl pouring her heart into words and verses.
Ebute Ikorodu, Nigeria
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STILL BLOOMING THROUGH PAIN
<p>Still Blooming Through Pain</p><p>There’s a girl with a heart too wide,</p><p>who keeps her deepest tears inside.</p><p>She smiles softly, speaks so low,</p><p>while hiding pains nobody knows.</p><p>And she’s almost eighteen ,still so young,</p><p>yet carries hurt on her fragile tongue.</p><p>Too young to feel her chest this tight,</p><p>too young for so many crying nights.</p><p>She loves so hard, she loves too deep,</p><p>turns broken memories into things to keep.</p><p>A simple word can change her day,</p><p>a little distance makes skies turn gray.</p><p>She overthinks at half past two,</p><p>re-reading texts like broken people do.</p><p>Trying to find in every line</p><p>proof that somebody’s truly mine.</p><p>She acts okay, says “I’m alright,”</p><p>while fighting silent wars at night.</p><p>Her heart grows tired, her soul feels weak,</p><p>yet still she searches for her peace.</p><p>And oh, her grief still speaks her name,</p><p>like cold dark clouds before the rain.</p><p>She learned too young what loss can do,</p><p>how missing someone follows you.</p><p>Some nights she stares into the dark,</p><p>holding pain close beside her heart.</p><p>Not wanting pity, not wanting noise,</p><p>just someone gentle with their voice.</p><p>At almost eighteen she’s felt heartbreak,</p><p>the kind that makes your whole soul shake.</p><p>The kind that steals your sleep away</p><p>and leaves your thoughts in disarray.</p><p>Yet even with her aching chest,</p><p>she still gives everybody best.</p><p>Still says her prayers before she sleeps,</p><p>still plants her hope where darkness creeps.</p><p>A fragile heart, a stubborn flame,</p><p>a girl still healing all the same.</p><p>Soft as flowers after rain,</p><p>still blooming beautifully through pain.</p><p>And maybe one day she will see</p><p>the girl the world was meant to meet </p><p>not too much, not hard </p><p>to adore,</p><p>just someone worth so much more.</p>
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