Tango19 - Hello Poetry

This one's for lost loves and cherished words. For the one's I've hurt and the one's I've left. This one's for best friends who weren't meant to be forever. For darling pets that left too soon. This is one's for the ache in your belly that never goes away. For the thoughts that bring tears quickly blinked away . This one's for old dreams and new, That will probably never come true. For promised road trips, quickly forgotten. This one's for the I love you's that almost left my lips, but I pushed them down, Coz ignorance is bliss. This one is for all the pain. Thank you, you make me feel alive.

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Mar 11, 2020

Mar 11, 2020 at 2:19 PM UTC

Never felt more alive

This one's for lost loves and cherished words. For the one's I've hurt and the one's I've left. This one's for best friends who weren't meant to be forever. For darling pets that left too soon. This is one's for the ache in your belly that never goes away. For the thoughts that bring tears quickly blinked away . This one's for old dreams and new, That will probably never come true. For promised road trips, quickly forgotten. This one's for the I love you's that almost left my lips, but I pushed them down, Coz ignorance is bliss. This one is for all the pain. Thank you, you make me feel alive.

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She was summer Warm and kind And you loved her Like you loved no other. You couldn't remember The first time you saw her I doubt anyone could But she appeared As if out of your shadows And suddenly She was everything.

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Dec 30, 2019

Dec 30, 2019 at 10:04 AM UTC

She was summer

She was summer Warm and kind And you loved her Like you loved no other. You couldn't remember The first time you saw her I doubt anyone could But she appeared As if out of your shadows And suddenly She was everything.

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I want to be invisible But I need to be recognized I don't want to be the centre of attention. But I don't want to be forgotten. I know I'm strong and I'm capable. But don't leave to fend for myself. I want control over my emotions. Sometimes I don't want to feel anything. I want to truly live . The other part of me just yearns to be asleep.

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Sep 3, 2019

Sep 3, 2019 at 12:24 PM UTC

Internal conflict

I want to be invisible But I need to be recognized I don't want to be the centre of attention. But I don't want to be forgotten. I know I'm strong and I'm capable. But don't leave to fend for myself. I want control over my emotions. Sometimes I don't want to feel anything. I want to truly live . The other part of me just yearns to be asleep.

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The queen of rage Her breath is fire And her gaze is ice Her mouth is twisted Into a cruel smile And the words she spits out She aims at your heart He fury is chaos It scathes and burns Pray you never face it She doesn't ask She demands She doesn't forgive She never forgets She is powerful Like wildfire A tiny flame Burning up a forest

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Aug 9, 2019

Aug 9, 2019 at 11:31 AM UTC

The wrath of the red queen

The queen of rage Her breath is fire And her gaze is ice Her mouth is twisted Into a cruel smile And the words she spits out She aims at your heart He fury is chaos It scathes and burns Pray you never face it She doesn't ask She demands She doesn't forgive She never forgets She is powerful Like wildfire A tiny flame Burning up a forest

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If he told you he loved you, How would he say it? Would he be bold? And look you in the eye? Would he yell the words You've been dying to hear? Would he wait for you to say them first? Cause he's as scared of rejection as you're scared of commitment? Or would he listen To your funny stories And let it slip in Like it was a common truth You both already knew? Maybe he'd write you a note Professing his love With two tiny boxes at the bottom of the page. One to say yes. The other to say hell yes. As you wonder giggling how many unfinished letters lay in his bin in the corner of his room. Perhaps he'd never tell you. But he'd show you. With crooked smiles And warm jackets With your favorite desserts And failed kitchen mishaps. Maybe he'd randomly boop you on the nose And tickle your chin Cos he's still learning of ways to show you He means those words He never said.

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Jun 17, 2019

Jun 17, 2019 at 8:22 AM UTC

If he told you he loved you ,how would he say it?

If he told you he loved you, How would he say it? Would he be bold? And look you in the eye? Would he yell the words You've been dying to hear? Would he wait for you to say them first? Cause he's as scared of rejection as you're scared of commitment? Or would he listen To your funny stories And let it slip in Like it was a common truth You both already knew? Maybe he'd write you a note Professing his love With two tiny boxes at the bottom of the page. One to say yes. The other to say hell yes. As you wonder giggling how many unfinished letters lay in his bin in the corner of his room. Perhaps he'd never tell you. But he'd show you. With crooked smiles And warm jackets With your favorite desserts And failed kitchen mishaps. Maybe he'd randomly boop you on the nose And tickle your chin Cos he's still learning of ways to show you He means those words He never said.

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The girl in the corner, Has monsters in her pocket. Her eyes are dark , Shrouded with feathers. She breathes so quietly , You'd barely notice . She's watching you... Don't react! Sometimes she smiles. And you see the glint in her eye. The flash of crazy That you've been warned about. She moves perfectly As she glides on shattered floors. Like the hearts she left in the dust. She stops. And looks you in the eye. And your breath catches.

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May 31, 2019

May 31, 2019 at 3:58 PM UTC

The girl in the corner.

The girl in the corner, Has monsters in her pocket. Her eyes are dark , Shrouded with feathers. She breathes so quietly , You'd barely notice . She's watching you... Don't react! Sometimes she smiles. And you see the glint in her eye. The flash of crazy That you've been warned about. She moves perfectly As she glides on shattered floors. Like the hearts she left in the dust. She stops. And looks you in the eye. And your breath catches.

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You weren't mine. You never would be. Not mine to hold, Nor to keep. I will never hold your hand In the dark, As we walk along the river. I will never kiss your smile, As you whisper my name. I will never rest my head , On your shoulder, As we slow dance to your favorite songs. Nor stay up at night, Talking about your favorite books, And movies. I won't be the one arguing with you, When we've had our first fight, Or the second. I won't be your best friend, Your partner in crime. Heck, I won't walk down that aisle. Loving someone is dangerous Especially when that someone Could never love you back.

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Apr 26, 2019

Apr 26, 2019 at 1:33 PM UTC

Not mine

You weren't mine. You never would be. Not mine to hold, Nor to keep. I will never hold your hand In the dark, As we walk along the river. I will never kiss your smile, As you whisper my name. I will never rest my head , On your shoulder, As we slow dance to your favorite songs. Nor stay up at night, Talking about your favorite books, And movies. I won't be the one arguing with you, When we've had our first fight, Or the second. I won't be your best friend, Your partner in crime. Heck, I won't walk down that aisle. Loving someone is dangerous Especially when that someone Could never love you back.

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Their writers were at work, Two people destined to meet, Their paths so twisted, That once they met, They would appear merged. She was running late today. Some would say she was always running late. But it wasn't her fault. Things seemed to delay her, Slow her down. As if trying to save her from an inpending fate. He was the first in the room The one who turned up And sat in the silence Just breathing in the cool air Calm as a slowly ticking bomb Waiting to implode. Something was in the air, The room felt warmer, Windows rattled with the wind, Or possibly the building tension. She walked in, He looked up. Time stopped . Time started again. The writers had done their job. Now things would enfold As they were meant to.

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Apr 18, 2019

Apr 18, 2019 at 1:44 PM UTC

Strangers

Their writers were at work, Two people destined to meet, Their paths so twisted, That once they met, They would appear merged. She was running late today. Some would say she was always running late. But it wasn't her fault. Things seemed to delay her, Slow her down. As if trying to save her from an inpending fate. He was the first in the room The one who turned up And sat in the silence Just breathing in the cool air Calm as a slowly ticking bomb Waiting to implode. Something was in the air, The room felt warmer, Windows rattled with the wind, Or possibly the building tension. She walked in, He looked up. Time stopped . Time started again. The writers had done their job. Now things would enfold As they were meant to.

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