caren - Hello Poetry

and just know that no matter how distant my thoughts of you will make me smile nevertheless.

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Apr 6, 2019

Apr 6, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC

regardless

and just know that no matter how distant my thoughts of you will make me smile nevertheless.

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i dreamt of you last night, and so i hoped to never wake up just so that i could see you for a little while longer.

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Mar 22, 2019

Mar 22, 2019 at 5:10 PM UTC

you follow me in my dreams, too.

i dreamt of you last night, and so i hoped to never wake up just so that i could see you for a little while longer.

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you do not have the right to come back when it's most convenient to you you do not have the right to tell me about your pain when you were so quick to replace me but i know you don't love her, i saw it before you even realized it you do not have the right to tell me you love her when i know for a fact that i cannot be forgotten that easily and so when she looks into your beautiful heart and sees my name carved in it instead of hers, i hope it breaks her heart.

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Mar 22, 2019

Mar 22, 2019 at 5:09 PM UTC

i know you

you do not have the right to come back when it's most convenient to you you do not have the right to tell me about your pain when you were so quick to replace me but i know you don't love her, i saw it before you even realized it you do not have the right to tell me you love her when i know for a fact that i cannot be forgotten that easily and so when she looks into your beautiful heart and sees my name carved in it instead of hers, i hope it breaks her heart.

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having you on my mind is fairly easy i pretend to make the illusion of your presence, using whatever i have left of you, seem real having you in my heart, though, is the most difficult part. the warm radiance of your presence that outshines the sun is nowhere to be found leaving my helpless ***** in drunken stupor "having you on my mind is easy," i said. but my feeble heart knows that’s a lie.

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Dec 12, 2018

Dec 12, 2018 at 10:19 AM UTC

heart and mind

having you on my mind is fairly easy i pretend to make the illusion of your presence, using whatever i have left of you, seem real having you in my heart, though, is the most difficult part. the warm radiance of your presence that outshines the sun is nowhere to be found leaving my helpless ***** in drunken stupor "having you on my mind is easy," i said. but my feeble heart knows that’s a lie.

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You will look for me in her - The way my rosy cheeks blushed at the sight of you. The way my voice was your only remedy on a bad day. The way my eyes spoke a language only you could understand. The way my words rolled off my pink lips like melodies - and you will never find me.

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Nov 21, 2018

Nov 21, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC

You will look for me

You will look for me in her - The way my rosy cheeks blushed at the sight of you. The way my voice was your only remedy on a bad day. The way my eyes spoke a language only you could understand. The way my words rolled off my pink lips like melodies - and you will never find me.

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She wrote poems to the butterflies, and they batted their wings to the lyricism of her words She read stories to the trees, and they blossomed to the sunshine of her voice She sang lullabies to the oceans, and the waters swayed to the limitless echo of the syllables which farewelled her lips She caressed the sun, and he surrendered his power to the silken skin which embodied a soul of gold She kissed the clouds, and the skies watered the forests with their tears of joy She loved him, and although the earth, the skies, and its oceans did too, He could not love her back.

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Nov 21, 2018

Nov 21, 2018 at 3:57 PM UTC

She

She wrote poems to the butterflies, and they batted their wings to the lyricism of her words She read stories to the trees, and they blossomed to the sunshine of her voice She sang lullabies to the oceans, and the waters swayed to the limitless echo of the syllables which farewelled her lips She caressed the sun, and he surrendered his power to the silken skin which embodied a soul of gold She kissed the clouds, and the skies watered the forests with their tears of joy She loved him, and although the earth, the skies, and its oceans did too, He could not love her back.

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i hope the butterflies that used to occupy my stomach sing you the lullabies i will never be able to sing again, for my voice has bade me farewell as soon as you left and has left me with a void that cries out for you; my lungs now gasp for air and my glass fragile heart has shattered into a thousand shards that thirst for the blood that used to run through my veins like honey. i hope the butterflies guide you for a million years, for i will love you until the end of time.

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Sep 26, 2018

Sep 26, 2018 at 12:28 AM UTC

a voiceless song

i hope the butterflies that used to occupy my stomach sing you the lullabies i will never be able to sing again, for my voice has bade me farewell as soon as you left and has left me with a void that cries out for you; my lungs now gasp for air and my glass fragile heart has shattered into a thousand shards that thirst for the blood that used to run through my veins like honey. i hope the butterflies guide you for a million years, for i will love you until the end of time.

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it’s almost like a game of tug of war, only to watch the opponent let go of the rope on purpose to watch you fall. it’s almost like a daisy that is about to bloom, only to be blown away by a hurricane the next day. it’s almost like a complete puzzle, only with a missing piece. they say the pain goes away after it has taken everything from you, so i guess i can say that i’m halfway there. “how did you get over him”, they asked. “i’ll tell you when i do”, i answered.

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Aug 27, 2018

Aug 27, 2018 at 6:27 AM UTC

too early

it’s almost like a game of tug of war, only to watch the opponent let go of the rope on purpose to watch you fall. it’s almost like a daisy that is about to bloom, only to be blown away by a hurricane the next day. it’s almost like a complete puzzle, only with a missing piece. they say the pain goes away after it has taken everything from you, so i guess i can say that i’m halfway there. “how did you get over him”, they asked. “i’ll tell you when i do”, i answered.

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He reached out with a leaping heart to the sky, He wanted to fly He wanted wings, preferably blue, Oh, how he wanted to see the moon He always imagined how the world from Above would look like, if only his visions were not so dreamlike He had a unique world view, Oh, if only I could see it too He dreamt of a world with a turquoise hue, almost like the color trapped in the cobwebs of his eyes, a beautiful captivating blue. His fantasy turned to reality when his butterfly wings could no longer support his limitless glee as he gave his final plea My angel, solace has taken you from my hands and granted you angel wings and you will forever fly I shall finally see a smile, instead of a battle cry.

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Mar 13, 2018

Mar 13, 2018 at 4:11 PM UTC

Heaven Has Gifted You Angel Wings,

He reached out with a leaping heart to the sky, He wanted to fly He wanted wings, preferably blue, Oh, how he wanted to see the moon He always imagined how the world from Above would look like, if only his visions were not so dreamlike He had a unique world view, Oh, if only I could see it too He dreamt of a world with a turquoise hue, almost like the color trapped in the cobwebs of his eyes, a beautiful captivating blue. His fantasy turned to reality when his butterfly wings could no longer support his limitless glee as he gave his final plea My angel, solace has taken you from my hands and granted you angel wings and you will forever fly I shall finally see a smile, instead of a battle cry.

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How has it been for you lately? the butterflies are telling me stories I do not wish to hear for they bring me sorrow, but I listen nonetheless. does the warm sunshine trace every curve and every beauty mark on your skin does the wind sing you the sweet, sweet lullabies you once heard from me do heaven's teardrops caress the same rosy lips I once claimed home does la Madre Tierra nurture and comfort you with open arms the way a mother never could do the estrellas illuminate for you, attempting to mimic the brilliance of your hazel eyes has the Earth y el cosmos cared for you the way I have instructed its skies and oceans? the mariposas are telling me stories I do not wish to hear, but I listen nonetheless.

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Feb 11, 2018

Feb 11, 2018 at 4:03 AM UTC

Mariposa

How has it been for you lately? the butterflies are telling me stories I do not wish to hear for they bring me sorrow, but I listen nonetheless. does the warm sunshine trace every curve and every beauty mark on your skin does the wind sing you the sweet, sweet lullabies you once heard from me do heaven's teardrops caress the same rosy lips I once claimed home does la Madre Tierra nurture and comfort you with open arms the way a mother never could do the estrellas illuminate for you, attempting to mimic the brilliance of your hazel eyes has the Earth y el cosmos cared for you the way I have instructed its skies and oceans? the mariposas are telling me stories I do not wish to hear, but I listen nonetheless.

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