Nolove - Hello Poetry

Winters I’ve never seen snow, but from what I know, u always sounded like my snow — pretty, cold, unforgettable. Every time someone says winter, it’s your cold eyes, your long silky hair, your fair skin that even snow couldn’t compare. But now you’re gone… and all that’s left is this chill in my chest, like winter stayed behind when you didn’t. I still think of you — not like warmth, but like a snowfall I never touched, a beauty I lost before I could hold it.

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Jan 19

Jan 19, 2026 at 9:23 PM UTC

Winter's

Winters I’ve never seen snow, but from what I know, u always sounded like my snow — pretty, cold, unforgettable. Every time someone says winter, it’s your cold eyes, your long silky hair, your fair skin that even snow couldn’t compare. But now you’re gone… and all that’s left is this chill in my chest, like winter stayed behind when you didn’t. I still think of you — not like warmth, but like a snowfall I never touched, a beauty I lost before I could hold it.

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Am I only here to erase his remembrance? Just a tool you hold to forget what he once did? You said you loved me when we first met, yet you never wanted with me what you were with the one you left. Still—you said you loved me. I saw your eyes gleam when you saw him, when someone spoke his name. You always look back, hoping— even when hope is only wishful thinking. So I wonder, every time you look at me: do you see me, or the absence of someone else?

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Jan 19

Jan 19, 2026 at 9:19 PM UTC

Lost soul in love

Am I only here to erase his remembrance? Just a tool you hold to forget what he once did? You said you loved me when we first met, yet you never wanted with me what you were with the one you left. Still—you said you loved me. I saw your eyes gleam when you saw him, when someone spoke his name. You always look back, hoping— even when hope is only wishful thinking. So I wonder, every time you look at me: do you see me, or the absence of someone else?

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Now love feels like a game, yet I still long for the old love— the love of the 90s, when promises mattered and marriage came before desire. I still want the love of the 2000s, the playful love before rules and masks, before love learned to compete. Today, love is called a game, but I still want love— the kind that holds hands on long walks, that feels safe, simple, and real. I want the love of the 2000s again— sharing wired headphones, passing songs like secrets, finding joy in small moments. Now it feels like a fading dream, a love people say no longer exists. But I’m young, still learning, still holding hope in my heart. So I wait— believing this kind of love will find me, gentle, honest, and true, like the love of the 90s and the dream of the 2000s.

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Jan 19

Jan 19, 2026 at 9:17 PM UTC

90s love

Now love feels like a game, yet I still long for the old love— the love of the 90s, when promises mattered and marriage came before desire. I still want the love of the 2000s, the playful love before rules and masks, before love learned to compete. Today, love is called a game, but I still want love— the kind that holds hands on long walks, that feels safe, simple, and real. I want the love of the 2000s again— sharing wired headphones, passing songs like secrets, finding joy in small moments. Now it feels like a fading dream, a love people say no longer exists. But I’m young, still learning, still holding hope in my heart. So I wait— believing this kind of love will find me, gentle, honest, and true, like the love of the 90s and the dream of the 2000s.

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