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naomi_01
16/Cisgender Female i am a 16-year old girl who loves to read and write. / poetry is one of my biases, and i love reading and writing it. / i am an ambivert logophile who is very much gay.
i start out, wanting to write about the wonders of the universe, or the beauty of life, and how soulmates DO exist, and how true love was always there, we just never saw it. then i realised, all i ever want(ed) to write about, was you, so all i wrote was - YOU
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Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 2:51 AM UTC
YOU
You're beautiful. I know that you don't see it but you're beautiful to me. I know I'm crazy and I know it couldn't happen but with you I wanna be. Cause you Bring me joy when I'm feeling sad. Calm my temper when I'm feeling mad. And with one look at you my heart feels glad.
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Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 2:30 AM UTC
The First Thing I Wrote for you when I Realized I was in Love with you.
you should see the way they look at each other as if the universe exists in the specks of their eyes as if the sun and stars were brought to their knees at the parting of his lips both depraved of soft looks, soft lips, soft fingertips they think their eyelash flutters go unnoticed but you could practically feel how the air softens around them the earth herself couldn’t help but smile and when they sneak glances at each other, each when the other isn’t looking there is an obvious moment of genuine awe and i can see them fall head over heels again, as if from the beginning the moments and memories slow, as a halo hovers above him, galaxies gather to admire the angel and his lover anything is possible when they’re together death cannot grasp them, disease and dissatisfaction try in vain but the warmth they feel towards each other fuels them for lifetimes to come the red that bumps in his heart seeps through his smile and for once, the cold evenings that once were filled with eternal darkness no longer feel so lonely they don’t say it, but i see it i see the way their pinkies brush when they walk together and the way they admire the sunrise together earth stopped rotating to give the lovers a moment of silence as the waves, foaming at the lips slowed, and hover over the sand, completely still in anticipation of impact he stared at him then, and slowly took in the boy’s face he focused on how his eyes glazed over when he was admiring the seagulls, their wings outstretched in the pink purple sky and he knew then however many lifetimes he had to sacrifice he would do so without hesitating for the boy with smile lines that gathered at the corner of his eyes for the boy who could make his heart speed and stop altogether for the boy who, while so unaware, was so beautiful in both their chests, they knew it was love, and from both their eyes, they professed it
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Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 2:19 AM UTC
the angel and his lover
you should see the way they look at each other as if the universe exists in the specks of their eyes as if the sun and stars were brought to their knees at the parting of his lips both depraved of soft looks, soft lips, soft fingertips they think their eyelash flutters go unnoticed but you could practically feel how the air softens around them the earth herself couldn’t help but smile and when they sneak glances at each other, each when the other isn’t looking there is an obvious moment of genuine awe and i can see them fall head over heels again, as if from the beginning the moments and memories slow, as a halo hovers above him, galaxies gather to admire the angel and his lover anything is possible when they’re together death cannot grasp them, disease and dissatisfaction try in vain but the warmth they feel towards each other fuels them for lifetimes to come the red that bumps in his heart seeps through his smile and for once, the cold evenings that once were filled with eternal darkness no longer feel so lonely they don’t say it, but i see it i see the way their pinkies brush when they walk together and the way they admire the sunrise together earth stopped rotating to give the lovers a moment of silence as the waves, foaming at the lips slowed, and hover over the sand, completely still in anticipation of impact he stared at him then, and slowly took in the boy’s face he focused on how his eyes glazed over when he was admiring the seagulls, their wings outstretched in the pink purple sky and he knew then however many lifetimes he had to sacrifice he would do so without hesitating for the boy with smile lines that gathered at the corner of his eyes for the boy who could make his heart speed and stop altogether for the boy who, while so unaware, was so beautiful in both their chests, they knew it was love, and from both their eyes, they professed it
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I'm risking so much by touching you. But when our lips meet I don't fear death anymore.
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Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 1:05 AM UTC
sinners
Hiraeth - A welsh word that means homesickness for a home that never was. I wonder what home did he, Who made this word, mean or What you think when you read it. Was he thinking about a person? I like to think he was. But then again, As the word rolls around my mouth, You cross my mind.
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Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 12:52 AM UTC
Hiraeth