larawan - Hello Poetry

I smell the disinterest and I must say it's not the best scent in the world - l.w.

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Jul 9, 2017

Jul 9, 2017 at 7:11 PM UTC

scent

I smell the disinterest and I must say it's not the best scent in the world - l.w.

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If you look at me through that view finder I wonder what do you see? - l.w.

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Jul 9, 2017

Jul 9, 2017 at 7:01 PM UTC

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If you look at me through that view finder I wonder what do you see? - l.w.

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I like you. I think I’ve liked you since the first time I saw you. Don’t get me wrong, though. I don’t love you. Saying I love you would be silly. I don’t know you that well. I just know your name. And the course you’re taking. Who your brother is. What year you’re in. So, you see? Saying I love you is preposterous. But I like you. I like you. But my friends don’t. They call you arrogant. But I think you’re just confident. I keep that information to myself, though. I like you, but my friends don’t like you that much. So I pretend that I don’t like you either. That’s why when we see each other around campus I ignore you. But please don’t think that I don’t like you. Because I do. I really do. I’m not in love with you, though. Just so we’re clear. I like you. I like your eyes. I like your wavy brown hair. I always wonder what it would feel like to run my fingers through it. I like your hands, especially your fingers. Long and thin like a pianist’s. I want to hold your hand and lace our fingers together. I like your lips and the way they hint at a smile whenever you see me. Or maybe that’s just my imagination. But still, I like your lips. I’d like them even more if they’re pressed against mine. Sorry, please ignore the line above this one. I like you. I know because my hear flutters every time I see you. Sounds silly and cliché, I know. But it’s true. You make me feel weird. But a good kind of weird. I like you. And I want to know more about you. Like why take up engineering? Why not accountancy like your brother? I want to know you more. Can you sing? Do you dance? And why did you choose number 7 for you jersey number? I’d like to get to know you. But I know it’s impossible. Well, maybe not impossible, just outside the realm of probability. I like you. And I’m saying it here. Because I can’t tell you. I can’t tell my friends. But now I’m telling everybody. I like you. But I don’t love you. Because you’re a stranger. A beautiful stranger but a stranger nonetheless. One day we’d see each other and maybe I’d smile. Hopefully, you’ll smile back. But until then, I’d be harboring these feelings of mine. And I’ll watch you. And like you from the sidelines.

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Jan 9, 2016

Jan 9, 2016 at 7:39 AM UTC

I Like You

I like you. I think I’ve liked you since the first time I saw you. Don’t get me wrong, though. I don’t love you. Saying I love you would be silly. I don’t know you that well. I just know your name. And the course you’re taking. Who your brother is. What year you’re in. So, you see? Saying I love you is preposterous. But I like you. I like you. But my friends don’t. They call you arrogant. But I think you’re just confident. I keep that information to myself, though. I like you, but my friends don’t like you that much. So I pretend that I don’t like you either. That’s why when we see each other around campus I ignore you. But please don’t think that I don’t like you. Because I do. I really do. I’m not in love with you, though. Just so we’re clear. I like you. I like your eyes. I like your wavy brown hair. I always wonder what it would feel like to run my fingers through it. I like your hands, especially your fingers. Long and thin like a pianist’s. I want to hold your hand and lace our fingers together. I like your lips and the way they hint at a smile whenever you see me. Or maybe that’s just my imagination. But still, I like your lips. I’d like them even more if they’re pressed against mine. Sorry, please ignore the line above this one. I like you. I know because my hear flutters every time I see you. Sounds silly and cliché, I know. But it’s true. You make me feel weird. But a good kind of weird. I like you. And I want to know more about you. Like why take up engineering? Why not accountancy like your brother? I want to know you more. Can you sing? Do you dance? And why did you choose number 7 for you jersey number? I’d like to get to know you. But I know it’s impossible. Well, maybe not impossible, just outside the realm of probability. I like you. And I’m saying it here. Because I can’t tell you. I can’t tell my friends. But now I’m telling everybody. I like you. But I don’t love you. Because you’re a stranger. A beautiful stranger but a stranger nonetheless. One day we’d see each other and maybe I’d smile. Hopefully, you’ll smile back. But until then, I’d be harboring these feelings of mine. And I’ll watch you. And like you from the sidelines.

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heavy bated breath blood rushing to my cheeks laughing as you laugh captured when you speak tingles down my spine every touch laced with spark flawed and yet so fine everything about you leaves a mark

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Aug 24, 2015

Aug 24, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC

Mark

heavy bated breath blood rushing to my cheeks laughing as you laugh captured when you speak tingles down my spine every touch laced with spark flawed and yet so fine everything about you leaves a mark

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you're a mountain high and mighty doesn't bow doesn't bend you're the sky vast and wide no beginning and no end you're an ocean calm and stormy all consuming ever rising you're a forest green and wild pure enchantment ever growing you're a mine gems and gold you are mine rare and precious

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Aug 17, 2015

Aug 17, 2015 at 7:52 AM UTC

you are

you're a mountain high and mighty doesn't bow doesn't bend you're the sky vast and wide no beginning and no end you're an ocean calm and stormy all consuming ever rising you're a forest green and wild pure enchantment ever growing you're a mine gems and gold you are mine rare and precious

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i don't really know you well. i just see you now and then. i like what i see when i look at you and i like what i feel when i see you you know how it goes. i like you but i'll never tell. i steal a glance when i can. i like to say hi when i see you but the words get stuck in my throat every time i try to. you know how it goes. you don't even know my name you can't see me standing there as you pass me by and i die inside you don't even seem to notice you know how it goes. you probably don't feel the same you probably don't even care you may have not seen the signs but if you did there're a lot you missed you know how it goes.

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Aug 16, 2015

Aug 16, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC

you know how it goes

i don't really know you well. i just see you now and then. i like what i see when i look at you and i like what i feel when i see you you know how it goes. i like you but i'll never tell. i steal a glance when i can. i like to say hi when i see you but the words get stuck in my throat every time i try to. you know how it goes. you don't even know my name you can't see me standing there as you pass me by and i die inside you don't even seem to notice you know how it goes. you probably don't feel the same you probably don't even care you may have not seen the signs but if you did there're a lot you missed you know how it goes.

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It's not always sunny all the time but even the storm is better with you by my side.

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Jul 3, 2015

Jul 3, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC

With You

It's not always sunny all the time but even the storm is better with you by my side.

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Cold August mornings chairs scraping the floor early birds singing chalk marks on the board Handsome older brother studying next door guitar bag on your shoulder I haven't seen before I'm looking out the window as you walk by did you see me, did you know? I was trying to catch your eye I remember that day so clearly like it was yesterday's memory Warm September afternoon face painted devil red I see you again, I almost swoon there are horns in my head singing like a choir on the school's stage it was the dawn of a new age you play your guitar and I watched from afar I remember it all but it's fading away I wish I could find the words to make them stay An hour past twelve in the month of June I had you for ten months it all ended so soon I sung Christmas carols and you played your guitar I watched you drive home in your daddy's old car I thought there was a chance I thought there could be romance I remember how foolish I'd been falling so easily for your crooked grin March was just ending we were all in white it's a new beginning and we survive the fight I wanted tell you how I felt all those years all the things left unsaid and all of my tears but we parted that morning and I never said a thing I remember the sadness and the regret and that last year is a year that I won't forget

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Apr 20, 2015

Apr 20, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC

Four Years

Cold August mornings chairs scraping the floor early birds singing chalk marks on the board Handsome older brother studying next door guitar bag on your shoulder I haven't seen before I'm looking out the window as you walk by did you see me, did you know? I was trying to catch your eye I remember that day so clearly like it was yesterday's memory Warm September afternoon face painted devil red I see you again, I almost swoon there are horns in my head singing like a choir on the school's stage it was the dawn of a new age you play your guitar and I watched from afar I remember it all but it's fading away I wish I could find the words to make them stay An hour past twelve in the month of June I had you for ten months it all ended so soon I sung Christmas carols and you played your guitar I watched you drive home in your daddy's old car I thought there was a chance I thought there could be romance I remember how foolish I'd been falling so easily for your crooked grin March was just ending we were all in white it's a new beginning and we survive the fight I wanted tell you how I felt all those years all the things left unsaid and all of my tears but we parted that morning and I never said a thing I remember the sadness and the regret and that last year is a year that I won't forget

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You're strong you're a cup of coffee in the morning. You're rain pouring down my window pane You're sweet like goodbyes bitter like hellos you're like a secret everyone knows you're ambition and you're mine but not really not at all you're a temporary high and a constant fall you're truth but you lie you're painful like kisses pleasure like bruises this could go on because you're infinity yet you're limited you're forever and yet my friend you're also the end

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Apr 20, 2015

Apr 20, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC

Figures

You're strong you're a cup of coffee in the morning. You're rain pouring down my window pane You're sweet like goodbyes bitter like hellos you're like a secret everyone knows you're ambition and you're mine but not really not at all you're a temporary high and a constant fall you're truth but you lie you're painful like kisses pleasure like bruises this could go on because you're infinity yet you're limited you're forever and yet my friend you're also the end

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We meet somewhere odd or somewhere ordinary it doesn't really matter what matters is you and me I don't know you yet because we've never met and you don't know me either but hopefully you will in the future I'm writing you this letter and filling it with rhymes I'm leaving it here hope you'll find it in time and when you do please look for me I'll be waiting patiently This is my hello to the love I've yet to know

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Apr 8, 2015

Apr 8, 2015 at 5:38 AM UTC

Hello Stranger

We meet somewhere odd or somewhere ordinary it doesn't really matter what matters is you and me I don't know you yet because we've never met and you don't know me either but hopefully you will in the future I'm writing you this letter and filling it with rhymes I'm leaving it here hope you'll find it in time and when you do please look for me I'll be waiting patiently This is my hello to the love I've yet to know

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