lafleurdemonamie - Hello Poetry

And believe me I want to cry Crossed my heart and hoped you’d die How more lonely can we get These eyes became a faucet

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Dec 15, 2025

Dec 15, 2025 at 4:25 PM UTC

13 April 2020

And believe me I want to cry Crossed my heart and hoped you’d die How more lonely can we get These eyes became a faucet

I once met a girl I took the girl in Time passed She refused to grow I looked at the girl in the eyes and told her that she had three days to pack her bags and go Zenzile looked up to the sky, held my stare then said “No.” We talked. The next day, I wanted to cut down four trees, She stopped me and said I should cut three instead of four, “Hopefully, this time it will bring peace and justice for all these wars” Then Zenzile told me she wished she had not despised herself all of these years I asked her why, I was naive these days She told me it was because she had already been tainted by the bitterness of others’ crops They ate at every millimetre of her skin, Inserted themselves into the deepest tissues of her heart And slowly shattered her from within. She told me she could not save her world nor the people inside. I told her that oddly, she looked very calm. We talked. The next day, I had not heard Zenzile and her morning lullabies I looked outside, long gone was the sunrise

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May 5, 2023

May 5, 2023 at 9:38 AM UTC

The Girl Trapped Chasing Yesterday

I once met a girl I took the girl in Time passed She refused to grow I looked at the girl in the eyes and told her that she had three days to pack her bags and go Zenzile looked up to the sky, held my stare then said “No.” We talked. The next day, I wanted to cut down four trees, She stopped me and said I should cut three instead of four, “Hopefully, this time it will bring peace and justice for all these wars” Then Zenzile told me she wished she had not despised herself all of these years I asked her why, I was naive these days She told me it was because she had already been tainted by the bitterness of others’ crops They ate at every millimetre of her skin, Inserted themselves into the deepest tissues of her heart And slowly shattered her from within. She told me she could not save her world nor the people inside. I told her that oddly, she looked very calm. We talked. The next day, I had not heard Zenzile and her morning lullabies I looked outside, long gone was the sunrise

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I guess it doesn’t mean what it means when it was meant for you For you I really could have tried For you I’m willing But is it too late? Surely it is The days go The memories fade Yet I think more and more of you And who you are And what you meant for my life In my life you breathed essence Making it impossible to forget Knowing I was the ticking bomb Hurts more than if you were to be a new enemy You’re just silently in my heart The days go The pictures fade You never got to know who I was I never got to know who you were I guess it doesn’t mean what it meant anymore I guess it doesn’t mean what it used to mean when I was meant for you

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May 5, 2023

May 5, 2023 at 9:27 AM UTC

the one that got away

I guess it doesn’t mean what it means when it was meant for you For you I really could have tried For you I’m willing But is it too late? Surely it is The days go The memories fade Yet I think more and more of you And who you are And what you meant for my life In my life you breathed essence Making it impossible to forget Knowing I was the ticking bomb Hurts more than if you were to be a new enemy You’re just silently in my heart The days go The pictures fade You never got to know who I was I never got to know who you were I guess it doesn’t mean what it meant anymore I guess it doesn’t mean what it used to mean when I was meant for you

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Vulnerability I guess it means vulnerability for you I’m vulnerable for you A softly blown and tender rose Still bruised and battling Without having seen her attacker attack her If you remember him You remember him You remember him If I remember him He remembers me He remembers me I’ve got a message And it’s not a bird bringing it to you It’s not a friend It’s not a song It’s not put in a letter on a fancy paper It’s brought to you in a stairway And it’s screamed at the top of my lungs

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May 5, 2023

May 5, 2023 at 9:23 AM UTC

DYLD?

Vulnerability I guess it means vulnerability for you I’m vulnerable for you A softly blown and tender rose Still bruised and battling Without having seen her attacker attack her If you remember him You remember him You remember him If I remember him He remembers me He remembers me I’ve got a message And it’s not a bird bringing it to you It’s not a friend It’s not a song It’s not put in a letter on a fancy paper It’s brought to you in a stairway And it’s screamed at the top of my lungs

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Hey It has been a while You grew skinnier and those dark eyes have fallen darker I just wanted to let you know that When outside there is a storm Sitting next to the window I whisper your name to the rain Hoping it travels to your home And you realize You were my only warmth All this time

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Apr 20, 2022

Apr 20, 2022 at 2:07 PM UTC

Réunion

Hey It has been a while You grew skinnier and those dark eyes have fallen darker I just wanted to let you know that When outside there is a storm Sitting next to the window I whisper your name to the rain Hoping it travels to your home And you realize You were my only warmth All this time

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I can’t say that you’ll be okay But sticking around a little longer might change your days If you do decide to stick around, Don’t sit and wait to be found Start climbing and believing Start pushing then resting Then go again Peace of mind will find you there Staying ready to receive it is always fair

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Feb 16, 2022

Feb 16, 2022 at 2:43 PM UTC

heaven - 222

I can’t say that you’ll be okay But sticking around a little longer might change your days If you do decide to stick around, Don’t sit and wait to be found Start climbing and believing Start pushing then resting Then go again Peace of mind will find you there Staying ready to receive it is always fair

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I like to play with words Yes sir Playing with words Just like people play with hearts within their hurts What a shame it is to be lonely on this soft late winter night I wish I had someone I could hold tight Until then I’ll have me By all means me Means eye to eye with I No escaping other than embracing I

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Feb 16, 2022

Feb 16, 2022 at 2:37 PM UTC

I

I like to play with words Yes sir Playing with words Just like people play with hearts within their hurts What a shame it is to be lonely on this soft late winter night I wish I had someone I could hold tight Until then I’ll have me By all means me Means eye to eye with I No escaping other than embracing I

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And as the night whisks me away I imagine your warm and cold embrace The print of your hand lingering on all that I own and all that I don’t My mind wanders on this Thursday night I don’t know why I hurt so much When the fantaisies were exactly what they were But, We had never met after all Still, your persistent stare and piercing eyes will follow me through the night And you will sing to me as the moon shines down I lost you Again

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Feb 16, 2022

Feb 16, 2022 at 2:05 PM UTC

Kaeri

And as the night whisks me away I imagine your warm and cold embrace The print of your hand lingering on all that I own and all that I don’t My mind wanders on this Thursday night I don’t know why I hurt so much When the fantaisies were exactly what they were But, We had never met after all Still, your persistent stare and piercing eyes will follow me through the night And you will sing to me as the moon shines down I lost you Again

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I know who you were. You were the moon Who rocked the sun. You were the foam The blue colour of this sea that amazed you so infinitely. You were just like a feather, put on the back of a pencil You were a wing on the side of an airplane. You are a distant memory. You cannot be written You are a breeze You are a rhyme You are a scream. And when the storms wound up at your door, You simply rose Up.

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Jan 30, 2021

Jan 30, 2021 at 5:05 PM UTC

Rose

I know who you were. You were the moon Who rocked the sun. You were the foam The blue colour of this sea that amazed you so infinitely. You were just like a feather, put on the back of a pencil You were a wing on the side of an airplane. You are a distant memory. You cannot be written You are a breeze You are a rhyme You are a scream. And when the storms wound up at your door, You simply rose Up.

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Needed a friend I wanted to be alone t(w)oo

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Dec 15, 2020

Dec 15, 2020 at 9:45 AM UTC

Hk #1

Needed a friend I wanted to be alone t(w)oo

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