TheUnamedWriter - Hello Poetry

please don’t hug me for long i don’t want to start crying ,,,

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Nov 6, 2022

Nov 6, 2022 at 8:27 PM UTC

Bottled

please don’t hug me for long i don’t want to start crying ,,,

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I dye my hair red so, when i wash it out i can imagine the red water as blood

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Sep 14, 2022

Sep 14, 2022 at 4:52 PM UTC

Substitutions

I dye my hair red so, when i wash it out i can imagine the red water as blood

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How does one know they're in love if love has yet to exist? * is it all just a scam? is he the lion and I the lamb? * when he pulls me in by my waist, does he only want a taste? * will i ever be his wife, or will i get drawn in and stabbed with a knife? * what is love? how does it sound? what is love? how are you bound? * how must we know? * im afraid i can't, so i must go,,,

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Apr 13, 2022

Apr 13, 2022 at 6:05 PM UTC

unseen

How does one know they're in love if love has yet to exist? * is it all just a scam? is he the lion and I the lamb? * when he pulls me in by my waist, does he only want a taste? * will i ever be his wife, or will i get drawn in and stabbed with a knife? * what is love? how does it sound? what is love? how are you bound? * how must we know? * im afraid i can't, so i must go,,,

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who am i to you? cold wind stealing your breath? am i someone new? standing face to face with death? the tightness in your body as she stands against you covered in lace? the goosebumps after a fright lingers? the way your hands begin trace? her eyes staring in a trance? warm breath upon your face? the urge in a thunderstorm to dance? or, am i just a glance? a glance you give yourself in the mirror before leaving for class, a glance you give after a night of lust a glance you give to a girl walking as you pass, a glance down as the snow begins to gust, a glance you gave me knowing it would be our last. who am i to you?

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Apr 13, 2022

Apr 13, 2022 at 5:30 PM UTC

uncertain

who am i to you? cold wind stealing your breath? am i someone new? standing face to face with death? the tightness in your body as she stands against you covered in lace? the goosebumps after a fright lingers? the way your hands begin trace? her eyes staring in a trance? warm breath upon your face? the urge in a thunderstorm to dance? or, am i just a glance? a glance you give yourself in the mirror before leaving for class, a glance you give after a night of lust a glance you give to a girl walking as you pass, a glance down as the snow begins to gust, a glance you gave me knowing it would be our last. who am i to you?

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Why does my own house feel like a prison I can’t escape from?

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Mar 19, 2020

Mar 19, 2020 at 4:26 PM UTC

Boxed in

Why does my own house feel like a prison I can’t escape from?

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Social Distancing does not mean Divorce...

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Mar 19, 2020

Mar 19, 2020 at 1:42 PM UTC

The End.

Social Distancing does not mean Divorce...

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Do you ever wish, that you could undo something you did... But at the same time, you wouldn’t?

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Feb 27, 2019

Feb 27, 2019 at 9:56 PM UTC

Undecided

Do you ever wish, that you could undo something you did... But at the same time, you wouldn’t?

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Is the wind howling your name, Or is it just my imagination?

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Feb 25, 2019

Feb 25, 2019 at 1:48 PM UTC

Traveling Voices

Is the wind howling your name, Or is it just my imagination?

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There’s one star in the sky, Beaming against the crescent moon, I wonder if you’re looking at it too

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Feb 15, 2019

Feb 15, 2019 at 11:18 PM UTC

11:11

There’s one star in the sky, Beaming against the crescent moon, I wonder if you’re looking at it too

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I can pretend what you say doesn’t bother me, Wipe it off my face and, Replace it with a winced smile, But the moment you act on your emotions, I can’t pretend it doesn’t hurt, For it is far to painful to see, that you don’t care what you’re doing to me.

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Feb 9, 2019

Feb 9, 2019 at 3:57 PM UTC

Ouch

I can pretend what you say doesn’t bother me, Wipe it off my face and, Replace it with a winced smile, But the moment you act on your emotions, I can’t pretend it doesn’t hurt, For it is far to painful to see, that you don’t care what you’re doing to me.

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