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daniela-dias-1
Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems? That's what I plan to do.
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Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 4:06 PM UTC
1,000,000
Late at night when all the world is sleeping I stay up and think of you And I wish on a star that somewhere you are Thinking of me too 'Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight 'Till tomorrow, I'll be holding you tight And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be Than here in my room dreaming about you and me Wonder if you ever see me (see me) And I wonder if you know I'm there (am I there? Am I?) If you looked in my eyes, would you see what's inside? Would you even care? I just wanna hold you close, but so far All I have are dreams of you So I wait for the day and the courage to say How much I love you, yes I do! I'll be dreaming of you tonight 'Till tomorrow, I'll be holding you tight And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be Than here in my room dreaming about you and me Late at night when all the world is sleeping I stay up and think of you And I still can't believe that you came up to me And said, "I love you" I love you too! Now I'm dreaming with you tonight 'Till tomorrow and for all of my life And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be Than here in my room dreaming with you endlessly With you tonight And there's nowhere in the world where I'd rather be Than here in my room, I'll be dreaming With you tonight
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Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 3:57 PM UTC
Dreaming of You
Lately I don’t feel close to poetry. It feels elusive. Unfamiliar. Once it spoke to me. But now it’s mute. It sits back and doesn’t look at me. If I call out it doesn’t hear. Lately poetry is like that demon I used to want to reappear.
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 5:01 PM UTC
Away
lately I haven't been writing like I used to it used to be a flow of words love or hate didn't matter I just loved it when the words landed on the paper elegant like butterflies but now they turned into rocks scratching the paper hurting my mind they change every poem I write to please like me please like me please like me please like me please like me please
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 4:49 PM UTC
why do I write?
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because -- because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep. Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart. Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don't leave me for a second, my dearest, because in that moment you'll have gone so far I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
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Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 9:05 AM UTC
Don't go far off, not even for a day
I’d rather write than speak My pen is always responsive My ink doesn’t judge my mistakes My paper doesn’t argue My lines never cross me My sentences never disappoint And my words will never leave me
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Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 4:26 PM UTC
I’d Rather Write
when a poet falls in love with you you can never die they will notice the way you rub your palms and look down when someone is angry at you and the way you smirk as you pull away from a kiss they will notice how you can't sleep without your body touching someone else's how you never crease any pages of books and how you close your eyes when you dance in your kitchen with your record player on they will find all of the words that they see you as and turn them into something beautiful people say you die twice once when you stop breathing and when someone says your name for the last time if you fall in love with a poet they will never stop mentioning your name you will be alive for eternity
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Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 4:25 PM UTC
fall in love with a poet
Both can ****         The only difference is                       Cigarettes shatter lungs          She shatters everything             I remembered the first moment my lips pressed the filter      as I lit it up breathed it all                 savored every smoke        as if we covered up painful lies         in a container of painkillers The same way   we used to pressed our lips      sparked something between us            savored every moment we had     as if our love was a rose                in a valley of tulips
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Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 4:25 PM UTC
Cigarettes And The Girl I loved