meras121 - Hello Poetry

To an old Lover, My dear, you might think I forgot about you completely But you never knew every starry night, I open the gate of your voice to tell me stories that never existed. It’s been a while since the last time we spoke. 10 months is not a short period of time. How did not lose control of yourself during this time... I heard that you were looking for someone new to take over my place. I am sure you found one anyways. Just hoping you are happy with her. The amount of time a person takes to get over someone, especially someone like you. Oh god knows how many laughs you’ve taken away from me. Happy couples around me, that could’ve been us but you chose to walk away because you didn’t want to try anymore. It is okay, I wouldn’t try much if I were you. Days I get up on my feet and day I catch myself wiping away those tears. Ah I wish I was as strong as you and just walked away.

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Dec 10, 2020

Dec 10, 2020 at 3:50 PM UTC

Messages To Him

To an old Lover, My dear, you might think I forgot about you completely But you never knew every starry night, I open the gate of your voice to tell me stories that never existed. It’s been a while since the last time we spoke. 10 months is not a short period of time. How did not lose control of yourself during this time... I heard that you were looking for someone new to take over my place. I am sure you found one anyways. Just hoping you are happy with her. The amount of time a person takes to get over someone, especially someone like you. Oh god knows how many laughs you’ve taken away from me. Happy couples around me, that could’ve been us but you chose to walk away because you didn’t want to try anymore. It is okay, I wouldn’t try much if I were you. Days I get up on my feet and day I catch myself wiping away those tears. Ah I wish I was as strong as you and just walked away.

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No messages no calls Your devil is tricking you into these thoughts As if I wouldn’t want you back But you are more than welcomed You are here in my arms Head laying on my chest I would truly want you back Do not let the wars push us away Be more like a swing Back and forth And I’ll hold you between my arms Your devil is holding you back But you are more than welcomed I am here waiting for a surprise Something to make me smile Coming from you I am welcoming you The door is wide open for you I hope you dream of me

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Sep 3, 2019

Sep 3, 2019 at 10:13 PM UTC

Midnight messages

No messages no calls Your devil is tricking you into these thoughts As if I wouldn’t want you back But you are more than welcomed You are here in my arms Head laying on my chest I would truly want you back Do not let the wars push us away Be more like a swing Back and forth And I’ll hold you between my arms Your devil is holding you back But you are more than welcomed I am here waiting for a surprise Something to make me smile Coming from you I am welcoming you The door is wide open for you I hope you dream of me

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To forget or not to forget. I shall drink my last cup of my dreams of you. As I stare morosely at these bottles around me. Each broken bottle is a story, of me, of us. I feel the sorness in my throat and its burning slowly. I feel old. Shall I forget these years? I can’t believe these years has been mirage

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Dec 9, 2018

Dec 9, 2018 at 4:27 PM UTC

Your Broken Bottle

To forget or not to forget. I shall drink my last cup of my dreams of you. As I stare morosely at these bottles around me. Each broken bottle is a story, of me, of us. I feel the sorness in my throat and its burning slowly. I feel old. Shall I forget these years? I can’t believe these years has been mirage

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Fed up with the sorrow I have been trying to avoid during my gloomy days. Down there, where I push harder to get it all out and moan it away. All of my negative energy gets piled up after what I though was love. Its a lie indeed to myself. I know that night I will get back home to stare at my blank walls. To review my life for things I have messed out and messed up And because of this deep blues i will carry on as I am thinking to end it all.

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Jun 28, 2018

Jun 28, 2018 at 1:40 PM UTC

Addictive

Fed up with the sorrow I have been trying to avoid during my gloomy days. Down there, where I push harder to get it all out and moan it away. All of my negative energy gets piled up after what I though was love. Its a lie indeed to myself. I know that night I will get back home to stare at my blank walls. To review my life for things I have messed out and messed up And because of this deep blues i will carry on as I am thinking to end it all.

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