summerui - Hello Poetry

Tears are walking in the city street Memories are fighting in this circumstance Two lovers found their fate to meet Both of them made their eyes glance The warmth of the rain they have versed The coldness of the sun they felt They have thought their love was cursed, But their hearts made a rock melt. The sunset falls into the sky, People in the bay were passing by. An atmosphere full of pain, Turns into blissful memories that they can gain. How painful love could be, Sacrificing all of your happiness to make someone smile But at the end of time, you will plea That love is afar, farther than a hundred miles.

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Aug 8, 2017

Aug 8, 2017 at 8:03 AM UTC

summerui

What Love Could Be

Tears are walking in the city street Memories are fighting in this circumstance Two lovers found their fate to meet Both of them made their eyes glance The warmth of the rain they have versed The coldness of the sun they felt They have thought their love was cursed, But their hearts made a rock melt. The sunset falls into the sky, People in the bay were passing by. An atmosphere full of pain, Turns into blissful memories that they can gain. How painful love could be, Sacrificing all of your happiness to make someone smile But at the end of time, you will plea That love is afar, farther than a hundred miles.

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I close my eyes and started to dream A dream where the lights play like a laser beam It looks like a magical world for me to be seen She loved me so much with no any means. She loved me more than it could be All of roses, cards, and other things I gave she treasured it Everything I say she would agree Oh yes, truly, I'm in love with her and I admit. I was mesmerized by her look I was astonished by her kiss I was melting with her smile She was my magical bliss. All of those are so pleased to hear Those hugs, kisses and memories were so dear But one thing I realized in this pleasant hymn Is that none of these are true, this has been only just a dream.

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Apr 11, 2017

Apr 11, 2017 at 9:50 PM UTC

summerui

Only a Dream

I close my eyes and started to dream A dream where the lights play like a laser beam It looks like a magical world for me to be seen She loved me so much with no any means. She loved me more than it could be All of roses, cards, and other things I gave she treasured it Everything I say she would agree Oh yes, truly, I'm in love with her and I admit. I was mesmerized by her look I was astonished by her kiss I was melting with her smile She was my magical bliss. All of those are so pleased to hear Those hugs, kisses and memories were so dear But one thing I realized in this pleasant hymn Is that none of these are true, this has been only just a dream.

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Is this still being loved? Breathe in, breathe out. We’ll never know what lies ahead. I am thinking of something that makes me wonder inside my head. Don’t know what to do, don’t know what to say. I’m thinking of actions that can’t make her dismay. Is this still being loved that I feel? Or is it, fear to be a villain by their name. What should I do? What should I say? I’m tired of pretending that I’m okay. It's like I was in jail. It's like a prisoner by someone I feel lonely and scared. When she had got all things that can make her feel strong. While me, I’ve got nothing except myself. Is this still being love that I feel? Or is it, fear that I might lose my reputation. Is this still being love that I feel? Or is it I’m afraid in a state of seclusion.

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Apr 7, 2017

Apr 7, 2017 at 11:22 AM UTC

summerui

Is this still being love?

Is this still being loved? Breathe in, breathe out. We’ll never know what lies ahead. I am thinking of something that makes me wonder inside my head. Don’t know what to do, don’t know what to say. I’m thinking of actions that can’t make her dismay. Is this still being loved that I feel? Or is it, fear to be a villain by their name. What should I do? What should I say? I’m tired of pretending that I’m okay. It's like I was in jail. It's like a prisoner by someone I feel lonely and scared. When she had got all things that can make her feel strong. While me, I’ve got nothing except myself. Is this still being love that I feel? Or is it, fear that I might lose my reputation. Is this still being love that I feel? Or is it I’m afraid in a state of seclusion.

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