astonlopes - Hello Poetry

I still remember that day Still remember that rainy day Our First Proximity Those raindrops and we under one umbrella Still remember the connections made in lab That connections connected my heart to yours Still remember those experiments performed together Fails laughed upon Still remember waiting for each other to go home Still remember travelling together home. Sitting side-by-side Still remember those games we played You being my player 2 Those memories just refuse to fade Still remember those last moment study we did together Those late night messages of assignments, And wishing goodnight after completion. Still remember waiting for midnight to wish Happy Birthday! Still remember the increasing distance that led us here You failed, even I failed. But those memories still refuse to fade... ©aston_lopes

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May 2, 2018

May 2, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC

I Still remember...

I still remember that day Still remember that rainy day Our First Proximity Those raindrops and we under one umbrella Still remember the connections made in lab That connections connected my heart to yours Still remember those experiments performed together Fails laughed upon Still remember waiting for each other to go home Still remember travelling together home. Sitting side-by-side Still remember those games we played You being my player 2 Those memories just refuse to fade Still remember those last moment study we did together Those late night messages of assignments, And wishing goodnight after completion. Still remember waiting for midnight to wish Happy Birthday! Still remember the increasing distance that led us here You failed, even I failed. But those memories still refuse to fade... ©aston_lopes

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Life made up of glass box. Made of love, joy, happiness, anger and pain. Easy to break with a dark word. No one's box made the same. Everyone's glass cracks differently. Some think out of it and some within, yet they try to keep it clean. When light falls, Some absorb, Some reflect, Some transmit. Fogging the walls with the haze of heavy breathing. Eyes squint searching for love Hoping for rays that turn your box into an exquisite rainbow. No matter how hard you try it's out of sight. I hear the wind changing, The aoeling sound reminding me I'll not see you again. Is it even fair to be Happy? when you're left, all alone, dying in your own pain?

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Jan 31, 2018

Jan 31, 2018 at 12:05 PM UTC

Glass Box

Life made up of glass box. Made of love, joy, happiness, anger and pain. Easy to break with a dark word. No one's box made the same. Everyone's glass cracks differently. Some think out of it and some within, yet they try to keep it clean. When light falls, Some absorb, Some reflect, Some transmit. Fogging the walls with the haze of heavy breathing. Eyes squint searching for love Hoping for rays that turn your box into an exquisite rainbow. No matter how hard you try it's out of sight. I hear the wind changing, The aoeling sound reminding me I'll not see you again. Is it even fair to be Happy? when you're left, all alone, dying in your own pain?

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A blot of ink I see, pen pressed hard to the paper. Thinking hard for a good start, When only two lines later, I start to pour my heart on to the paper, Old stories of old memories, Some secrets I spill, Things that backspace can't **** Making confessions. Striking off the mistakes. Later waiting for the Liquid heart to dry on paper. Smudging won't fade it away. I run my fingers over the letters,words,sentences, Not forgetting the punctuations. Making my blind heart read. I close the cap thinking of this deed. Making recitations, Trying hard not to bleed.

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Jan 30, 2018

Jan 30, 2018 at 6:32 AM UTC

Ink

A blot of ink I see, pen pressed hard to the paper. Thinking hard for a good start, When only two lines later, I start to pour my heart on to the paper, Old stories of old memories, Some secrets I spill, Things that backspace can't **** Making confessions. Striking off the mistakes. Later waiting for the Liquid heart to dry on paper. Smudging won't fade it away. I run my fingers over the letters,words,sentences, Not forgetting the punctuations. Making my blind heart read. I close the cap thinking of this deed. Making recitations, Trying hard not to bleed.

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