precious-joy - Hello Poetry

and i may not be the first one who've held your hand on a late night walk nor my name wasn't the first one you've carved on a tree, but i just want to be the one you can't stop thinking about when drinking your strong coffee on a quiet Saturday morning 'cause it feels like you're finally home

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Sep 26, 2017

Sep 26, 2017 at 9:47 PM UTC

#3

and i may not be the first one who've held your hand on a late night walk nor my name wasn't the first one you've carved on a tree, but i just want to be the one you can't stop thinking about when drinking your strong coffee on a quiet Saturday morning 'cause it feels like you're finally home

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in my entire existence i never thought that my lungs are capable of making music and oh dear it was so beautiful-- to breathe-- at the same time here, with you. life finally makes sense

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Aug 16, 2017

Aug 16, 2017 at 8:00 PM UTC

#2

in my entire existence i never thought that my lungs are capable of making music and oh dear it was so beautiful-- to breathe-- at the same time here, with you. life finally makes sense

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it is believed that if you keep on repeating the same thing over and over again, it loses its meaning. like how your stomach wouldn't hurt anymore for laughing at the same joke you've heard for the nth time. like how you won't fall again for that old magic trick you used to be amazed at when you were a kid. like how you open the fridge and not be curious if the light in it would still light up even when you close it. like how you would no longer hold your gaze on the airplane flying by. like how you grunt "it's rush hour again", like how you wake up on Monday mornings with that long-lost excitement, like how you say "good morning" in the hallway and do not really mean it, like how mistakes are no longer mistakes but a usual occurrence every day, like how sorry is just a sorry to your ears. but I realized that there are still things that you’d keep on doing over and over again as if every time is the first time. like how I say you’re big… and cute, also. like how I adore the mole under your left eye, like how I want to run my fingertips through your hair, like how I don’t mind the gap between your teeth, like how I could just stare at you the whole day and I could still say that it is one of the best days of my life, like how I find bliss with the comfortable silence between us, like how I write different poems but it is sort of one single poem ‘cause it’s all about you and how I fall for every little thing about you, like how I enjoy the backseat with you, like how my fingers would tremble at the touch of your hand, like how I want and need the warmth of your skin against mine-- your lips on mine. like how I say I love you at almost every end of my sentences, contradicted my once belief that I am not that type of person for I don’t want to lose the essence of confessing love. but it is you-- You deserved to be loved every minute of your life. it is believed that if you keep on repeating the same thing over and over again, it loses its meaning… but I realized that there are still things that you’d keep on doing over and over again as if every time is the first time. like how I love you. Like the first time. I love you over and over again.

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May 4, 2017

May 4, 2017 at 9:30 PM UTC

When Every Time is a First Time

it is believed that if you keep on repeating the same thing over and over again, it loses its meaning. like how your stomach wouldn't hurt anymore for laughing at the same joke you've heard for the nth time. like how you won't fall again for that old magic trick you used to be amazed at when you were a kid. like how you open the fridge and not be curious if the light in it would still light up even when you close it. like how you would no longer hold your gaze on the airplane flying by. like how you grunt "it's rush hour again", like how you wake up on Monday mornings with that long-lost excitement, like how you say "good morning" in the hallway and do not really mean it, like how mistakes are no longer mistakes but a usual occurrence every day, like how sorry is just a sorry to your ears. but I realized that there are still things that you’d keep on doing over and over again as if every time is the first time. like how I say you’re big… and cute, also. like how I adore the mole under your left eye, like how I want to run my fingertips through your hair, like how I don’t mind the gap between your teeth, like how I could just stare at you the whole day and I could still say that it is one of the best days of my life, like how I find bliss with the comfortable silence between us, like how I write different poems but it is sort of one single poem ‘cause it’s all about you and how I fall for every little thing about you, like how I enjoy the backseat with you, like how my fingers would tremble at the touch of your hand, like how I want and need the warmth of your skin against mine-- your lips on mine. like how I say I love you at almost every end of my sentences, contradicted my once belief that I am not that type of person for I don’t want to lose the essence of confessing love. but it is you-- You deserved to be loved every minute of your life. it is believed that if you keep on repeating the same thing over and over again, it loses its meaning… but I realized that there are still things that you’d keep on doing over and over again as if every time is the first time. like how I love you. Like the first time. I love you over and over again.

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you tell yourself you won't love someone too much, that you wont give hundred percent of your heart, that you would still leave some for yourself. but how can you not love without reservation? how can you not love with what's all of you when every time you look at him, you see that he is the sum of every beautiful piece in this life? and so no matter how broken you once were, every shattered part of you falls right back into place, perfectly making you whole again. and that's when you learn how to start loving someone fully again.

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Mar 31, 2017

Mar 31, 2017 at 6:57 PM UTC

This Is How You Love

you tell yourself you won't love someone too much, that you wont give hundred percent of your heart, that you would still leave some for yourself. but how can you not love without reservation? how can you not love with what's all of you when every time you look at him, you see that he is the sum of every beautiful piece in this life? and so no matter how broken you once were, every shattered part of you falls right back into place, perfectly making you whole again. and that's when you learn how to start loving someone fully again.

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settle down with me in this quiet night let's make-believe this space is ours cuddle me in-- under the blanket of stars place your hand on my thighs melt all of me with your eyes hold me in your arms i want to get lost in your horizon and trace constellations on your precious skin with my trembling fingertips settle down with me in this cozy backseat let's explore the vastness of the galaxies within us while our heartbeats dance around each other's orbits want me like the sun longs for the moon search for my newest secrets like the lonely planets waiting to be discovered-- press your lips to my neck collide your mouth against mine come, love, leave me breathless settle down with me in all the universe we made our own with every touch and every kiss we find peace, we built home let our souls fall in love again-- fast and hard like the stars crashing down, like an explosion of light, making this moment an infinite night.

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Mar 7, 2017

Mar 7, 2017 at 2:01 AM UTC

The Night Is Ours

settle down with me in this quiet night let's make-believe this space is ours cuddle me in-- under the blanket of stars place your hand on my thighs melt all of me with your eyes hold me in your arms i want to get lost in your horizon and trace constellations on your precious skin with my trembling fingertips settle down with me in this cozy backseat let's explore the vastness of the galaxies within us while our heartbeats dance around each other's orbits want me like the sun longs for the moon search for my newest secrets like the lonely planets waiting to be discovered-- press your lips to my neck collide your mouth against mine come, love, leave me breathless settle down with me in all the universe we made our own with every touch and every kiss we find peace, we built home let our souls fall in love again-- fast and hard like the stars crashing down, like an explosion of light, making this moment an infinite night.

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i have seen thousands of lights in all the bright places and i still think the only light that matters is the one within you

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Feb 20, 2017

Feb 20, 2017 at 9:10 PM UTC

#1

i have seen thousands of lights in all the bright places and i still think the only light that matters is the one within you

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i didn't know who I was and who i wanted to be until you came— now all i wanted is to be somebody to you.

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Feb 15, 2017

Feb 15, 2017 at 12:26 AM UTC

Identity

i didn't know who I was and who i wanted to be until you came— now all i wanted is to be somebody to you.

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so now tell me, which shines brighter? the sight of the city lights or the sparks we share in each other's eyes?

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Feb 15, 2017

Feb 15, 2017 at 12:07 AM UTC

When They Say Sparks

so now tell me, which shines brighter? the sight of the city lights or the sparks we share in each other's eyes?

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isn't it thrilling to wonder what would happen to you in the next few days? thinking who would make you laugh, how many hearts would be broken, where will your wandering feet would take you, who are you going to meet that would make you write midnight poems about.

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Jan 1, 2016

Jan 1, 2016 at 8:17 AM UTC

Looking Forward

isn't it thrilling to wonder what would happen to you in the next few days? thinking who would make you laugh, how many hearts would be broken, where will your wandering feet would take you, who are you going to meet that would make you write midnight poems about.

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She is like a river connected to him— the ocean. She keeps on flowing but will never be enough for him.

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Aug 24, 2015

Aug 24, 2015 at 8:35 AM UTC

Wasted Efforts

She is like a river connected to him— the ocean. She keeps on flowing but will never be enough for him.

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