dhillon25 - Hello Poetry

I dance on the streets Where i lost you. It’s pouring. On the Tiptoes I am moving singing, murmuring. There are tress around me Tall, rigid. It’s winter but I am holding a flower in my hand. Barefooted I walk into the trees. The wind is blowing but my soul is still warm. Maybe it’s the fire that you have gave Suddenly I started making a map. I picked up flowers which are shed from the tree. And made my own bouquet. I went too far with the rubber band around my waist. I found ray of light in all those dark places I was about to hold it. But then you pulled me back, like a bullet fired from a gun, coming back is unfeasible. But, I was coming back. My eyes were closed I am trying to hold on to something. And as I am going through the pile of flowers they are busting but not holding me back. But this time I didn’t get hurt Because there was a big cushion made by trees In between us.

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Mar 19, 2020

Mar 19, 2020 at 3:12 AM UTC

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I dance on the streets Where i lost you. It’s pouring. On the Tiptoes I am moving singing, murmuring. There are tress around me Tall, rigid. It’s winter but I am holding a flower in my hand. Barefooted I walk into the trees. The wind is blowing but my soul is still warm. Maybe it’s the fire that you have gave Suddenly I started making a map. I picked up flowers which are shed from the tree. And made my own bouquet. I went too far with the rubber band around my waist. I found ray of light in all those dark places I was about to hold it. But then you pulled me back, like a bullet fired from a gun, coming back is unfeasible. But, I was coming back. My eyes were closed I am trying to hold on to something. And as I am going through the pile of flowers they are busting but not holding me back. But this time I didn’t get hurt Because there was a big cushion made by trees In between us.

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Unexpected one day I met you. I was scared and excited. I came out and saw that big smile on your face. I laughed and my fear went away. We sat and talked. We smiled and laugh. I felt so warm in your arms. That night was shorter than usual. As it never wanted us to be together. There were so many waves Highs and lows but we survived. People with same behaviours repel but find a way to still be together. Like the little things we share The sleep,the food,the movies,the fight At night,Remember how we use to wrap around Like salmon in sushi, inseparable Remember the morning hustle and 5 more minutes of sleep where you use to hug me tight and time use to be still. Remember the unspoken words which you always understood. Remember when you use to hold me back for a kiss. And I wish if that would be the end.

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Feb 28, 2020

Feb 28, 2020 at 12:22 PM UTC

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Unexpected one day I met you. I was scared and excited. I came out and saw that big smile on your face. I laughed and my fear went away. We sat and talked. We smiled and laugh. I felt so warm in your arms. That night was shorter than usual. As it never wanted us to be together. There were so many waves Highs and lows but we survived. People with same behaviours repel but find a way to still be together. Like the little things we share The sleep,the food,the movies,the fight At night,Remember how we use to wrap around Like salmon in sushi, inseparable Remember the morning hustle and 5 more minutes of sleep where you use to hug me tight and time use to be still. Remember the unspoken words which you always understood. Remember when you use to hold me back for a kiss. And I wish if that would be the end.

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Dear stranger, You seem more familiar than the people I know. Your brown eyes reflect my past Your lips seem like they want to say something that I have never heard before. Your strong hands want to hold someone so tight. I have seen your shaking fingers when you are nervous, the ****** expression that you try to hide when you are angry. It seems like you want to find peace in the sleep just like me in someone’s arms. you crave for love as much as I do. I had seen you helpless and gone strong. Your incomplete love still haunts you in the night. you still pray every night before sleep to be with someone you dream. Maybe you act cool but still feel the empty void in your life. You are so different but still so alike Maybe I can talk to you then looking from far at you. but I am content by watching you from the same spot with a book to hide my face and a cup of coffee. I want to know what is keeping you alive. a broken dream or a story left behind...

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Feb 28, 2020

Feb 28, 2020 at 1:00 AM UTC

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Dear stranger, You seem more familiar than the people I know. Your brown eyes reflect my past Your lips seem like they want to say something that I have never heard before. Your strong hands want to hold someone so tight. I have seen your shaking fingers when you are nervous, the ****** expression that you try to hide when you are angry. It seems like you want to find peace in the sleep just like me in someone’s arms. you crave for love as much as I do. I had seen you helpless and gone strong. Your incomplete love still haunts you in the night. you still pray every night before sleep to be with someone you dream. Maybe you act cool but still feel the empty void in your life. You are so different but still so alike Maybe I can talk to you then looking from far at you. but I am content by watching you from the same spot with a book to hide my face and a cup of coffee. I want to know what is keeping you alive. a broken dream or a story left behind...

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whenever I am at the edge of giving up I remember the one last touch the one last kiss the one last smile on your face.

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Feb 28, 2020

Feb 28, 2020 at 12:57 AM UTC

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whenever I am at the edge of giving up I remember the one last touch the one last kiss the one last smile on your face.

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there are some times when I crave for you when I want to soak my mind in alcohol to get the illusion of your existence I never understand what you were for me poison or a pleasure that touch, that feeling the excitement, the wait the clothes you left still covers my scars

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Aug 17, 2019

Aug 17, 2019 at 3:00 AM UTC

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there are some times when I crave for you when I want to soak my mind in alcohol to get the illusion of your existence I never understand what you were for me poison or a pleasure that touch, that feeling the excitement, the wait the clothes you left still covers my scars

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That one last try, never let me quit.

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Aug 17, 2019

Aug 17, 2019 at 2:22 AM UTC

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That one last try, never let me quit.

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from doing things for you, I learned how to do things for myself.

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Aug 6, 2019

Aug 6, 2019 at 1:51 AM UTC

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from doing things for you, I learned how to do things for myself.

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It's me and my poems that are keeping you alive inside me.

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Jul 19, 2019

Jul 19, 2019 at 3:25 AM UTC

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It's me and my poems that are keeping you alive inside me.

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I still search for you in the crinkled sheets in the empty fields searching for those harm hugs and forehead kisses. In city lights and passing cars, in wishing stars thinking about the nights spent together long drives with no destination. I wonder where you went with all the uncleared questions in mind. And longer since I still call you mine the traces you left are with me. Still, I try to find someone to put my head on someone who never let me cry But I am leaning to live without, I do not mind- I still love you anyhow.

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Jul 19, 2019

Jul 19, 2019 at 3:24 AM UTC

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I still search for you in the crinkled sheets in the empty fields searching for those harm hugs and forehead kisses. In city lights and passing cars, in wishing stars thinking about the nights spent together long drives with no destination. I wonder where you went with all the uncleared questions in mind. And longer since I still call you mine the traces you left are with me. Still, I try to find someone to put my head on someone who never let me cry But I am leaning to live without, I do not mind- I still love you anyhow.

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even if it feels like things are falling apart at this very movement, But one thing I know, I am going to pick all the broken pieces and create a masterpiece.

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Jun 5, 2019

Jun 5, 2019 at 6:24 PM UTC

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even if it feels like things are falling apart at this very movement, But one thing I know, I am going to pick all the broken pieces and create a masterpiece.

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