littletragedies - Hello Poetry

if i only knew, that‘ll be the last time we’re gonna walk together, i should’ve walked slower maybe then, we’ll have more time if i only knew, that’ll be the last photo of us smiling, i should’ve took hundreds of it if i only knew, that’ll be the last time we’ll cuddle in your bed i should’ve held you tighter if i only knew, that’ll be the last time we’re gonna share a meal together i should’ve gave you the last bite

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Jan 25, 2021

Jan 25, 2021 at 8:20 PM UTC

if i only knew.

if i only knew, that‘ll be the last time we’re gonna walk together, i should’ve walked slower maybe then, we’ll have more time if i only knew, that’ll be the last photo of us smiling, i should’ve took hundreds of it if i only knew, that’ll be the last time we’ll cuddle in your bed i should’ve held you tighter if i only knew, that’ll be the last time we’re gonna share a meal together i should’ve gave you the last bite

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thin red strings pulled our poor souls we thought we were soulmates since then but that same strings that draw us together slowly reached through out and circled around our body we then both struggled to breathe until the air we inhale does not reach our lungs anymore until the love we share does not fill our hearts like before

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Apr 15, 2020

Apr 15, 2020 at 7:48 AM UTC

sick of losing soulmates.

thin red strings pulled our poor souls we thought we were soulmates since then but that same strings that draw us together slowly reached through out and circled around our body we then both struggled to breathe until the air we inhale does not reach our lungs anymore until the love we share does not fill our hearts like before

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there are songs that cannot be sang no more strong rhythm that cannot be expressed in a crazy dance like before there is pain kept hidden within the lyrics of our favorite song i stopped singing love songs. it reminds me of the sound your name every time i hear one, my heart shatters, again... isn't that your favorite sound?

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Dec 14, 2019

Dec 14, 2019 at 12:15 AM UTC

you made me hate love songs.

there are songs that cannot be sang no more strong rhythm that cannot be expressed in a crazy dance like before there is pain kept hidden within the lyrics of our favorite song i stopped singing love songs. it reminds me of the sound your name every time i hear one, my heart shatters, again... isn't that your favorite sound?

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hi. if you're reading this, (well i hope you're reading this) i miss your warm and tight hugs and i'm sorry if my words have caused you so much pain. i didn't mean to, i swear... i didn't mean to. i'm in deep pain, please understand me. i'm fragile, handle me gently. i'm weak and vulnerable... you see, but patience my love soon, we'll get through all this.

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Dec 13, 2019

Dec 13, 2019 at 7:14 AM UTC

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hi. if you're reading this, (well i hope you're reading this) i miss your warm and tight hugs and i'm sorry if my words have caused you so much pain. i didn't mean to, i swear... i didn't mean to. i'm in deep pain, please understand me. i'm fragile, handle me gently. i'm weak and vulnerable... you see, but patience my love soon, we'll get through all this.

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if only my pillow could talk maybe then, you'll understand me.

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Dec 13, 2019

Dec 13, 2019 at 6:47 AM UTC

pillowtalks.

if only my pillow could talk maybe then, you'll understand me.

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i dared to reach through the pockets of my jeans only to find my phone our song suddenly played and your name popped up on the screen i hastily blinked my eyes, pushing back the tears, locking them all away pressing declined, i've had enough lies i can see it all seeping right through your teeth as you turn your back and started to walk away from where i stand salty drops trailed down my face my love for you flows to my veins but yours began to vanish like the waves

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Nov 18, 2018

Nov 18, 2018 at 4:34 AM UTC

salted wounds.

i dared to reach through the pockets of my jeans only to find my phone our song suddenly played and your name popped up on the screen i hastily blinked my eyes, pushing back the tears, locking them all away pressing declined, i've had enough lies i can see it all seeping right through your teeth as you turn your back and started to walk away from where i stand salty drops trailed down my face my love for you flows to my veins but yours began to vanish like the waves

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seated at the backseat with our song on repeat she reached for a stick inside the back pocket of her faded denim jeans i heard a familiar flick sound only to see a lighter on her hand silence fell upon us not knowing what to say, i glanced around trying to find an excuse not to continue to blatantly stare at her still, she is all i see through my peripheral vision savoring the smoke, letting it all fill her lungs puffing, inhaling yes, a stick could **** sooner or later if no one dares to stop her but what if she's already dying inside? or what if she's just doing this to fight the demon who made its way inside her soul? chained her heart, no plan of letting it go i may have seen her burned her throat countless times already yet, it still feels like the first time her thin lips pressed against the filter how i wish it was my lips, instead...

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Oct 18, 2018

Oct 18, 2018 at 6:16 AM UTC

lipstick stained.

seated at the backseat with our song on repeat she reached for a stick inside the back pocket of her faded denim jeans i heard a familiar flick sound only to see a lighter on her hand silence fell upon us not knowing what to say, i glanced around trying to find an excuse not to continue to blatantly stare at her still, she is all i see through my peripheral vision savoring the smoke, letting it all fill her lungs puffing, inhaling yes, a stick could **** sooner or later if no one dares to stop her but what if she's already dying inside? or what if she's just doing this to fight the demon who made its way inside her soul? chained her heart, no plan of letting it go i may have seen her burned her throat countless times already yet, it still feels like the first time her thin lips pressed against the filter how i wish it was my lips, instead...

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as i bleed my heart out on this keyboard you instantly flashed in my mind my face in between your large hands, as you started to lean forward making our forehead's touch i do not write for you, i write about you more importantly, the little things you do like how you rests your hand, particularly your right hand on my thigh or how you'd take mine and press them against your chest while whispering to me how much they made your heart race i remember how childish of us to pass a stupid crumpled note back and forth just to exchange i love you's but i love to watch that smile slowly stretches across your plump lips we're tangled in the sheets, strong arms wrapped around me it certainly felt like home your scent sinks deeper into my skin i hope you don't see my hands reaching out just to touch yours i'm running out of words i think you have given me enough to write about that even flowers grew on paper

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Oct 16, 2018

Oct 16, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC

i hope you don't mind me writing.

as i bleed my heart out on this keyboard you instantly flashed in my mind my face in between your large hands, as you started to lean forward making our forehead's touch i do not write for you, i write about you more importantly, the little things you do like how you rests your hand, particularly your right hand on my thigh or how you'd take mine and press them against your chest while whispering to me how much they made your heart race i remember how childish of us to pass a stupid crumpled note back and forth just to exchange i love you's but i love to watch that smile slowly stretches across your plump lips we're tangled in the sheets, strong arms wrapped around me it certainly felt like home your scent sinks deeper into my skin i hope you don't see my hands reaching out just to touch yours i'm running out of words i think you have given me enough to write about that even flowers grew on paper

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if i were you i wouldn't fall for a poet they may be good at making you feel overwhelmed they can make you fall through their actions but they'll make you fall even harder with their words falling for a poet is quite easy they say, they're gonna be spending a whole day pouring their heart out while tapping their pens rhythmically with trembling hands as they write about your date nights, movie marathons and play fights it will all be written on a piece of paper i am a poet i can make you experience life in comparison to a rollercoaster ride through poetry i'm a woman of many emotions you'll sometimes get confused about how my brain ticks i'll write about the car rides under the stars and under the city lights i'll give you the sun, the moon, the universe name it i'd offer a blank page and every stanzas only for you word per word line per line will be spoken with emotion in photography every moment was being captured by the photographer as well as in poetry your actions towards a poet could mean a lot you'll be surprised i write even the heartaches you have caused so i wouldn't forget the pain you inflicted but i'd still thank you, eventually for it wasn't for you, i wouldn't be able to write this

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Oct 16, 2018

Oct 16, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC

at least you're something to write about.

if i were you i wouldn't fall for a poet they may be good at making you feel overwhelmed they can make you fall through their actions but they'll make you fall even harder with their words falling for a poet is quite easy they say, they're gonna be spending a whole day pouring their heart out while tapping their pens rhythmically with trembling hands as they write about your date nights, movie marathons and play fights it will all be written on a piece of paper i am a poet i can make you experience life in comparison to a rollercoaster ride through poetry i'm a woman of many emotions you'll sometimes get confused about how my brain ticks i'll write about the car rides under the stars and under the city lights i'll give you the sun, the moon, the universe name it i'd offer a blank page and every stanzas only for you word per word line per line will be spoken with emotion in photography every moment was being captured by the photographer as well as in poetry your actions towards a poet could mean a lot you'll be surprised i write even the heartaches you have caused so i wouldn't forget the pain you inflicted but i'd still thank you, eventually for it wasn't for you, i wouldn't be able to write this

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