secrethistory3 - Hello Poetry

You take my hand without a word and lead me somewhere safe somewhere that only exists because I'm aware. There, you become honest. You say the things you will never say to me my dearest. And I fall in love with someone who disappears at wake. You give me everything in a dream and nothing in the ninght gleam. Monday morning finds me empty, how can it be this cruel for me happening, repeating the same routine, the same longing. I don't know if dreams can ever be real, but waking up hurts more than I can ever feel. Kowing the only place you choose me to keep is somewhere I only reach in my sleep.

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Jan 25

Jan 25, 2026 at 4:51 PM UTC

Dreaming of you

You take my hand without a word and lead me somewhere safe somewhere that only exists because I'm aware. There, you become honest. You say the things you will never say to me my dearest. And I fall in love with someone who disappears at wake. You give me everything in a dream and nothing in the ninght gleam. Monday morning finds me empty, how can it be this cruel for me happening, repeating the same routine, the same longing. I don't know if dreams can ever be real, but waking up hurts more than I can ever feel. Kowing the only place you choose me to keep is somewhere I only reach in my sleep.

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Even if you are the most fascinating book, you cannot be appreciated by someone who cannot read. Even if you are the most beautiful painting, you mean nothing to the blind. Even if you are the most emotional song, the deaf would never understand you. Even if you ask the most intriguing questions, the mute could never answer you. And even if you desire something with all your heart, you cannot receive it from someone who doesn't want to give it.

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Jan 25

Jan 25, 2026 at 4:34 PM UTC

Unappreciated

Even if you are the most fascinating book, you cannot be appreciated by someone who cannot read. Even if you are the most beautiful painting, you mean nothing to the blind. Even if you are the most emotional song, the deaf would never understand you. Even if you ask the most intriguing questions, the mute could never answer you. And even if you desire something with all your heart, you cannot receive it from someone who doesn't want to give it.

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We pass each other in the hallways like strangers. You look in my eyes, I look in yours— We speak without words, Because eyes say more than lips ever could. Passing by you feels like passing a stranger... But strangers don’t know— your name, your laugh, your smile, your birthday, your class, your eyes. But now, you act like you never knew me at all. I tell myself: It’s done. What’s done is done. Maybe we weren’t meant to know each other. But even after all that... I still miss you.

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Jun 5, 2025

Jun 5, 2025 at 9:01 AM UTC

Strangers

We pass each other in the hallways like strangers. You look in my eyes, I look in yours— We speak without words, Because eyes say more than lips ever could. Passing by you feels like passing a stranger... But strangers don’t know— your name, your laugh, your smile, your birthday, your class, your eyes. But now, you act like you never knew me at all. I tell myself: It’s done. What’s done is done. Maybe we weren’t meant to know each other. But even after all that... I still miss you.

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Bathroom I go in the bathroom wanting to take a shower. I put my clothes and my feelings away to get washed. I stand in front of the tap. I turn it on. Water starts pouring. I space out. The water becomes too hot to handle. I turn the tap without looking — towards the right, because that is where the cold water is. But then I get a thought: No, the cold water is on the left. I turn the tap to the left. Then I get burned from the water.

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May 27, 2025

May 27, 2025 at 2:51 PM UTC

Bathroom

Bathroom I go in the bathroom wanting to take a shower. I put my clothes and my feelings away to get washed. I stand in front of the tap. I turn it on. Water starts pouring. I space out. The water becomes too hot to handle. I turn the tap without looking — towards the right, because that is where the cold water is. But then I get a thought: No, the cold water is on the left. I turn the tap to the left. Then I get burned from the water.

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