Sondeshandfish - Hello Poetry

I don't want you to say you love me because I only want the truth I don't want you to say you can't live without me because that's too much to lose I'd like you to say you want me, desire me, even after all the things I've been through Because in reality, that's all I really need from you I can live without the love unless it's really the truth You can live without me, I'm not much to lose But desire, want, need... To touch, to feel, to taste... That would make my day, Not being desired, well.. It makes me wanna waste away Although I think I love you, never knowing your touch... To actually never feel your skin, might just be too much I don't need love, honestly... I'm not worth it anyways But if I knew you desired me, intimately, it would get me through my days. Lust on fingertips is better than love from lying lips

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Sondeshandfish

Jul 1, 2018

Jul 1, 2018 at 3:16 PM UTC

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Lust

I don't want you to say you love me because I only want the truth I don't want you to say you can't live without me because that's too much to lose I'd like you to say you want me, desire me, even after all the things I've been through Because in reality, that's all I really need from you I can live without the love unless it's really the truth You can live without me, I'm not much to lose But desire, want, need... To touch, to feel, to taste... That would make my day, Not being desired, well.. It makes me wanna waste away Although I think I love you, never knowing your touch... To actually never feel your skin, might just be too much I don't need love, honestly... I'm not worth it anyways But if I knew you desired me, intimately, it would get me through my days. Lust on fingertips is better than love from lying lips

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And I will tell you about my love. Only when you had loved! Do you ever just loved someone? Only one! And when I say love, what do you mean? Paradise? No! I say love, I don't mean when you want to hold his hand intertwine your fingers, and never let go until you have to do something from your own body! Or when hands become rough and sweats because you worked hard in sculpting each other's faces in your memories. It means slowly leaving her hand and letting her go when the guard comes to you angrily, and you think I cannot understand your leaving! It means you choose to be with him every single day; and the day can be good or bad you don't care because a day means spending your last seconds being with him and that single fact makes everything bearable and fine. It means to write down your infinite feelings on a piece of paper, you find lying in the corner of your bed? Yes! It means you choose to go out with him and spread your arms because you think that time should be spent on people who are worthy to share your life with, maybe for an hour, for a day, for a week or just for one and half month, and he is one of those people for you. Love means you choose to support him, despite the failure and success, because you have a clear understanding of who you love and it's him, not his possessions. It means running out of words to explain just how much you make me ache inside. So no, I don't think I just love someone. It is beyond, and forgive me for not having to encompass my lack of words. Does it means to lie about yourself? Your feelings? Your pain? Your health? Your grief? We did I do.

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Mar 15, 2018

Mar 15, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC

Sondeshandfish

About my Love!

And I will tell you about my love. Only when you had loved! Do you ever just loved someone? Only one! And when I say love, what do you mean? Paradise? No! I say love, I don't mean when you want to hold his hand intertwine your fingers, and never let go until you have to do something from your own body! Or when hands become rough and sweats because you worked hard in sculpting each other's faces in your memories. It means slowly leaving her hand and letting her go when the guard comes to you angrily, and you think I cannot understand your leaving! It means you choose to be with him every single day; and the day can be good or bad you don't care because a day means spending your last seconds being with him and that single fact makes everything bearable and fine. It means to write down your infinite feelings on a piece of paper, you find lying in the corner of your bed? Yes! It means you choose to go out with him and spread your arms because you think that time should be spent on people who are worthy to share your life with, maybe for an hour, for a day, for a week or just for one and half month, and he is one of those people for you. Love means you choose to support him, despite the failure and success, because you have a clear understanding of who you love and it's him, not his possessions. It means running out of words to explain just how much you make me ache inside. So no, I don't think I just love someone. It is beyond, and forgive me for not having to encompass my lack of words. Does it means to lie about yourself? Your feelings? Your pain? Your health? Your grief? We did I do.

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Comparing yourself and your journey may be habitual, but it gets you nowhere. It always finds a corner to cover your past and come back to you again with ringing bells and ****** on country pleasured, childishly? If I told you, 18 years ago, I didn't quite know how to raise my back, Would you give your hand for a support? If I told you, 16 years back, I didn't quite know how to say hello, Will you let me say hello again? If I told you, 14 years ago, I know I ****** at the hot sack races, Will you play with me again? If I told you, I know I was usually slow with the bicycle, Will you still ride with me? If I told you, 10 years ago, I know I splashed around more than I swam in the pool, Will you still swim with me? If I told you, 8 years a go, I got trapped in a berry tree and couldn't rescued myself, Would you had come for my rescue? If I told you, 6 years ago, I didn't quite know how to 'dress up', Will you still take me out? If I told you, 4 years ago, I was an absolute tech noob, Will you still sit with me on the computer? If I told you, 2 years ago, I felt my heart toughening up to feel like a stone, Will you still pore over my bruises and wounds? If I told you, I was an empty ocean, Would you have filled me up with rainfalls? If I told you, I still don't know how to say I Love You, Will you still let me?

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Mar 3, 2018

Mar 3, 2018 at 11:27 PM UTC

Sondeshandfish

Where do we go on now!

Comparing yourself and your journey may be habitual, but it gets you nowhere. It always finds a corner to cover your past and come back to you again with ringing bells and ****** on country pleasured, childishly? If I told you, 18 years ago, I didn't quite know how to raise my back, Would you give your hand for a support? If I told you, 16 years back, I didn't quite know how to say hello, Will you let me say hello again? If I told you, 14 years ago, I know I ****** at the hot sack races, Will you play with me again? If I told you, I know I was usually slow with the bicycle, Will you still ride with me? If I told you, 10 years ago, I know I splashed around more than I swam in the pool, Will you still swim with me? If I told you, 8 years a go, I got trapped in a berry tree and couldn't rescued myself, Would you had come for my rescue? If I told you, 6 years ago, I didn't quite know how to 'dress up', Will you still take me out? If I told you, 4 years ago, I was an absolute tech noob, Will you still sit with me on the computer? If I told you, 2 years ago, I felt my heart toughening up to feel like a stone, Will you still pore over my bruises and wounds? If I told you, I was an empty ocean, Would you have filled me up with rainfalls? If I told you, I still don't know how to say I Love You, Will you still let me?

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Mistakes are good Mistakes had caused me, being a stolid women In every moment of peace, when I look back I can see my mistakes watching me Questioning, ready to commit another! But doesn't wait for any answer I glance around as if someone, can hear my thoughts I look around here and there There was no one, but A boy who was blushing, He says he had something to ask me, With a intense breath, Are you enjoying your mistakes? Staring at the endless sky where the stars were still twinkling Imagining someone's face with a beautiful smile I answered, Yes He smiled at me, waiting to enjoy his mistakes I never knew what was over in his brain, I asked him to come near me. I got up to him. Don't make the same mistakes, I whisper, don't make my mistakes.

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Feb 19, 2018

Feb 19, 2018 at 1:12 PM UTC

Sondeshandfish

Mistakes

Mistakes are good Mistakes had caused me, being a stolid women In every moment of peace, when I look back I can see my mistakes watching me Questioning, ready to commit another! But doesn't wait for any answer I glance around as if someone, can hear my thoughts I look around here and there There was no one, but A boy who was blushing, He says he had something to ask me, With a intense breath, Are you enjoying your mistakes? Staring at the endless sky where the stars were still twinkling Imagining someone's face with a beautiful smile I answered, Yes He smiled at me, waiting to enjoy his mistakes I never knew what was over in his brain, I asked him to come near me. I got up to him. Don't make the same mistakes, I whisper, don't make my mistakes.

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I'm still alone with a drink, Beneath the stars dancing and twinkling In the sky With the moon above me, sharing Secrets among themselves, Sharing stories of their journey Sobbing at each other's fate Neglecting me, With a single bottle of whiskey Which says, Will you have it straight! If I would've replied, I have No feelings left to share my whiskey, And with that my emotions joined I'm still alone, and The night carried it's own pain With some raw emotions, And minds driven insane.

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Oct 30, 2017

Oct 30, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC

Sondeshandfish

Alone with a drink

I'm still alone with a drink, Beneath the stars dancing and twinkling In the sky With the moon above me, sharing Secrets among themselves, Sharing stories of their journey Sobbing at each other's fate Neglecting me, With a single bottle of whiskey Which says, Will you have it straight! If I would've replied, I have No feelings left to share my whiskey, And with that my emotions joined I'm still alone, and The night carried it's own pain With some raw emotions, And minds driven insane.

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She was brave She was strong She could pass by as fragile,but she wasn't Her weaknesses were her strengths She was chaotically radiant She was awesome, but couldn't judge it herself She was gorgeous, but couldn't watch it herself She was determined But fate snatched her early to the pitying sky She was modern with a traditional freeze She was intelligent in business skills She was mad, madly in something She was sad, but at times happy and bad She was fragmented in pieces Many a times she built it herself, Her sadness indubitably smelled She used to keep herself inebriated She kept everyone indulged in work in a uneventful way, She was a judgement not to be taken She felt kaput deep inside She was a hindi phrase spoken in english She was lay, not sung She was once loner, then a lover and again a loner She used to moan till morning nine Her moles were proved wrong But she was still strong, Her crystal heart was noxious for herself She was made up of galaxies of passionate energies, She was left in a paradise with broken angels Her sensitivity made her both happy and sad, sometimes it built her up and sometimes destroys She was hard to handle, but not bad to mingle She kept her emotions strong at every sense She was uncommon, the type that's hard to understand, but so easy to love She loved intensely, felt deeply, laughed loudly and cried slowly She doesn't belong to their world She was a unstable star She danced along with her art, She felled back to nothing and yet be reconceived again in full glory She was simple in her own way Oh! She was brave She was strong.

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Oct 29, 2017

Oct 29, 2017 at 11:58 PM UTC

Sondeshandfish

Self contradiction

She was brave She was strong She could pass by as fragile,but she wasn't Her weaknesses were her strengths She was chaotically radiant She was awesome, but couldn't judge it herself She was gorgeous, but couldn't watch it herself She was determined But fate snatched her early to the pitying sky She was modern with a traditional freeze She was intelligent in business skills She was mad, madly in something She was sad, but at times happy and bad She was fragmented in pieces Many a times she built it herself, Her sadness indubitably smelled She used to keep herself inebriated She kept everyone indulged in work in a uneventful way, She was a judgement not to be taken She felt kaput deep inside She was a hindi phrase spoken in english She was lay, not sung She was once loner, then a lover and again a loner She used to moan till morning nine Her moles were proved wrong But she was still strong, Her crystal heart was noxious for herself She was made up of galaxies of passionate energies, She was left in a paradise with broken angels Her sensitivity made her both happy and sad, sometimes it built her up and sometimes destroys She was hard to handle, but not bad to mingle She kept her emotions strong at every sense She was uncommon, the type that's hard to understand, but so easy to love She loved intensely, felt deeply, laughed loudly and cried slowly She doesn't belong to their world She was a unstable star She danced along with her art, She felled back to nothing and yet be reconceived again in full glory She was simple in her own way Oh! She was brave She was strong.

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