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Lost

Let's try to rediscover tonight

All that I was in light,

Before I stumbled upon a regret

That became life.

Let's try to find,

All the pieces of me that chipped away

By the decisions I made to survive.

Let's try to see,

If there still somewhere inside me exist

The girl that I once was, in the women that I am now.

Let's just please try to rediscover tonight,

Before it's too late, too late, too late

And in the end,

Nothing of the past me

In me resides.

—Siona Valentine

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my sign for a protest a couple days ago. grateful to be there— and won't stop for nothin!

palestine will be free.

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And in exchange for his love, I would have given up on my whole existence.

—Siona Valentine

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And even after all these years, I still think about that conversation of ours in which I learned the truth of the universe, in which I realized that soulmates do exist.

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Sometimes the embrace of death feels so much more welcoming than life.

—Siona Valentine

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| Lost in Rome |

In the city of Rome,

She was lost,

In the timeless, ethereal beauty

Of places centuries old.

Forgetting the dangers,

Hidden beneath the surface.

Forgetting the past,

Of tainted lies.

Forgetting the Nero's music,

Born of people's sufferings

As the Rome burned to ashes

In just a single night.

All by few words, that comforted her mind.

Rome is peaceful, these words

Were nothing more than a beautiful lie.

But who can blame her, truly?

This beauty will bewitches anyone.

The beauty of music,

Created by the sound of her bare feet

Against the pavement.

Uncaring, of the dirt,

As the straps of her heels,

Entangled with her fingers

And dangle with a mischievous carelessness.

The beauty of art,

Of different places

That unite, for the sake of art

That is the very soul of

Whether it is Colosseum or Campidoglie.

As she roamed historical places

And admired, with great passion,

The saint in wilderness

A painting half brought to life,

In the hands of Da Vinci

Who was from the period of revival.

She was lost, in the art.

As her hands hold on to books

That beckons her to study,

The beauty of history,

Which has seen

Both glory and ignominy

And survived,

The many revolutions

That tried to change,

The culture and life.

All she saw was shadows of a city

Hidden behind the veil of peace.

But really, peaceful?

Rome is never peaceful,

It never was.

People have forgotten,

That it was once the land of death,

Drenched in crimson.

It was a battleground of politics,

Wrapped in hatred.

But who really cares about that?

Cities with long history

Are bound to turn into mystery

Where the glory is glorified,

And the failures are disguised.

All everyone wishes to remember

All she ever wishes to remember

The remnants of greatness,

Of the proud structures

That are bit by bit decaying.

—Siona Valentine

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“My dear, what you called just bricks, for me holds a history of centuries old.”

—Siona Valentine

St. Peter’s Basilica || Vatican City

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And everyday I live with this painful knowledge that I found my soulmate, who right now is out there somewhere in this world just for one day and lost him for forever.

Siona Valentine | There was a stranger I once fell in love with

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Hiding in the shadows of the night I tried to find peace from the chaos brewing inside my mind.

Siona Valentine

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And I lost myself in the process of finding you.

—Siona Valentine

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“There is something so tragically beautiful about a love that breaks all the boundaries.”

—Siona Valentine

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I am in a relationship where I see only myself and not a single part of him.

—Siona Valentine

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Midnights

Another sleepless night

Full of memories I fight,

Of all the love I gave

To the one made of steel

From whom I never received

A shred of all that I dreamt,

About love and forevers

And Undying devotions.

—Siona Valentine

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What I wanted from my life?

A question, a problem

I cannot solve.

The answer of which would dissolve

All those scattering thoughts

And bring me a peace of eternity long.

As I looked for the answer

In my existence of tears and fears

And all the things that I crave.

But even all this searching doesn't help

And the question, the problem remains the same

What I wanted from life?

Was it the happiness of love,

Of soulmates and forevers

About which everyone talked?

But for me which turned out to be nothing

Just a short-lived relationship of pain

And Just a big sham of the real sacred thing

Which brings two people together for lifelong.

What I wanted from life?

Is it the humdrum

Which is my current existence

That I now face?

Or is there a more?

Of which I have yet to know

A more which wouldn't be defined by my past

Nor by the dull and mundane present

But more of a future that is adventurous

Even if it is a little bit out of the norm?

But even after all the wondering

I still don't have an answer

So the question still remains

What I wanted from life?

—Siona Valentine

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I may have fallen in love with someone to whom I have only talked to once and who I will never get to know for he was no one to me but a stranger.

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I never meant to lose myself to the darkness, whatever I did back then was with the thought that it is just a one time thing only.

Until it became a habit.

—Siona Valentine

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Why I have to sacrifice my own happiness for the sake of others? Why wanting happiness for yourself is considered so bad?

I AM NOT SELFISH. I JUST WANT TO BE HAPPY.

—Siona Valentine