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As I lay in bed

My mind wanders and begins to fantasize

Wishing he was in bed with me

Laying close in order to feel warmth

One hand traveling to the rest place in between my legs

His other hand traveling up my shirt towards my breast.

While he lightly kisses my neck

Laying so close

I can feel him exhale

His warm breath makes me melt

I wake up to nobody being there…

©️Yainet Estes

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I have yet to taste those sugar lips

To feel your hands on my hips

Dancing all night

And making love in the moonlight.

By:Yai

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Brief

It’s surprising. It’s so surprising how someone can make you feel... they get you all confused and irritated. It’s funny how they frustrate you, but you don’t mind it. It’s amazing what you would do for them. How far you would go to be with them or get to know them. But what dumbfounding is how easy it is to fall into the rabbit’s hole. God made it difficult to climb out. When you finally catch yourself... you start having these symptoms: like the butterflies that flutter in your tummy every time you see him. You don’t know if it’s a fling or if it is true love, but you hope to god the feeling goes away.

Yainet

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I told him “pin me to the wall”. In his eyes the question of ‘let me know how far you will go’. I never sat to think ‘what if I don’t escape?’. With a cold glance my eyes told him ‘I will jump of the edge’. The more I looked into his hazel eyes the deeper I fell and the more I desired to escape, but it was such a warm place to reside. It all finished and he left me to tend to my own unhealed wounds.

Yainet

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Free as a Bird (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/fRFyyWlj34 These are freestyled poems written by me. I hope these poems can help the reader see the world differently. Some of the poems are extracts of my life and some are just thoughts.

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I’m tired of not being enough and I’m tired of thinking I’m not enough. You don’t love me. You don’t stop loving someone so easily and if you do then you never loved them to begin with. You used to love her and for some fucking reason, I want to be better than her so that you never have to remember her, but that is no way to live. Because you said you had deleted everything that had to do with her and you lied. I don’t know about what else you have lied... I’m tired of everything and I’m starting to slowly give up. Eventually, I’ll fall.

By:Yai

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It feels like spring. It’s raining outside and the morning dew never fails. If it’s starting to look like spring then why am I so sad? Is it because I feel cold? Or is it the rain that feeds the plants but wilts my soul? In my world, there are always thunderstorms. There is no perfect season, yet with you, there are always perfect reasons.

Yainet

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I don’t know who I am or who I am going to be. I just know that I am a number at school and a nobody in society. I am a nobody that wants to follow society’s norms on how females should look. I starve myself to appeal to males, fry my hair to look like a girl that wishes she had curly hair. I don’t sleep at night working on reviews for finals and studying endlessly because my parents left their country to give me a better life. I try my hardest to keep my grades up and melt my brain in order to past my SATs in order to be part of a bigger number... and yet I’m still a nobody. People don’t trust things they don’t have knowledge of, and this is why many kids commit suicide or are depressed. Society creates pressure and we are expected to act as if we don’t feel the immense gravity. Many kids are forced to grow up from night today because they have to look for a job to help their single parent out or because they were robbed of their childhood and now have to act like an adult. In this twisted society, no one is safe. When will it be enough? At what point have we sacrificed ourselves to be part of the norm?

Yainet

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It’s like I’m daydreaming. But I’m pinched and I wake up to a reality that seems too harsh, and I suddenly beg to be put back to sleep. I wake up in a field of flowers and it takes me back to that time in spring we met. As I walk I fall down the rabbit hole and end up in the deserted winter plane where you left me. You are cold and cruel. You

Yainet

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Danced

We danced. She’s like the wind played on the record player. As we swayed my heartbeat synchronized with his. Words were exchanged; conversations were never held. He looked into my brown eyes and I into his deep blue eyes. He then said,” for someone who isn't confident you make sure people hear your opinion.”

Yai

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Flower fields

It’s mesmerizing in these flower fields. As I float above this bed of spring flowers; I can't help but think about all the beautiful things this world has offered me. Your blue eyes like anemone, your blushed cheeks the color of crimson and gold, lips as pink as rhododendron, and a sunflower personality. Honey, you remind me of spring

Yai

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Between

I'm between who I am and who I want to be. Because I say I'm the best version of me, but cry when I feel I'm not good enough. Feeling that I'm not good enough because I'm too short, not skinny enough, not good at certain things. The most recent feeling I had was just hating who I am because I realize that not even other people seem to like me. I have never felt like more of a hypocrite because I want to give love but I can't seen to love myself.

Yai

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Know

I need you to know that you make me feel ecstatic. Controlled by the overjoy I feel as I’m looking into your light brown eyes I can’t help but stop to think. Is this real? Could it be possible that you actually feel the same way? Because you leave me delirious; full of bubbly feelings and a running faucet of thoughts.

Yainet

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Dulzura

¿Haz probado la azúcar? Es como tu, tiene mucha dulzuraEl pan de gloria me recuerda tanto a tiSuave y dulce a la misma vez Estos días estoy ocupada recordando los días lindos de mi niñez. Esas dulces memorias de los veranos que pase en mi isla.

[essachica]

Free as a Bird - A Memory (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/xPVutDEFqZ These are freestyled poems written by me. I hope these poems can help the reader see the world differently. Some of the poems are extracts of my life and some are just thoughts.

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Let’s lay

Why don’t we lay on the grass and just watch the clouds shape shift? Lay next to me and be a pillow. I can feel your heartbeat; can you hear mine pound against my chest? Every time you are near me my mind goes blank. I can’t seem to think because I’m too busy admiring you. It’s not your height, your masculinity, or your face. It’s those beautiful brown eyes and that smile that just makes me melt. The way you tease? But are you meant for me?

Yainet

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Al fin

Vienes me das lo que deseamos pero te vas, después pasarán los días y no nos veremos hasta que tú tengas ganas de mi otra ves... no se porque pasa esto cada vez... ya no quiero ni que me satisfasca, solo quiero que me abrase y no me deje ir, que me bese los labios y que me mire a los ojos... nada más.

Yainet