tarasrivastava - Hello Poetry

You've got me Dreaming, craving, seeing - you Every second Of every minute Of every hour Of every day and so it goes You've got me Remembering, imagining, living - you and Carefully going over Every single last detail Of every moment we've ever spent together and Of every moment we've spent apart and so it goes You've got me Missing, needing, wanting - you And your every look Every touch Every heart beat and so it goes You've got me thinking About our warm bodies tangled into each other About our lips The first and the last time they met And when they will meet again About me consuming your arm in the cold, cold air With numb faces but sunshine and chicken-soup-warmth In our hearts You've got me Wondering what this is and if it is, Does it feel only right, or wrong only If this is only That four letter word

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Jan 1, 2015

Jan 1, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC

inlove

You've got me Dreaming, craving, seeing - you Every second Of every minute Of every hour Of every day and so it goes You've got me Remembering, imagining, living - you and Carefully going over Every single last detail Of every moment we've ever spent together and Of every moment we've spent apart and so it goes You've got me Missing, needing, wanting - you And your every look Every touch Every heart beat and so it goes You've got me thinking About our warm bodies tangled into each other About our lips The first and the last time they met And when they will meet again About me consuming your arm in the cold, cold air With numb faces but sunshine and chicken-soup-warmth In our hearts You've got me Wondering what this is and if it is, Does it feel only right, or wrong only If this is only That four letter word

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“Hey, let's look this in the eye Cease this mind-wrapping of why . Don't feel guilt for troubled skies, I know it seems for miles the world's at end. But even in all this are naked trees, greening again”

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Sep 7, 2014

Sep 7, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC

Naked Trees

“Hey, let's look this in the eye Cease this mind-wrapping of why . Don't feel guilt for troubled skies, I know it seems for miles the world's at end. But even in all this are naked trees, greening again”

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Me and you, We were a perfect day. Where the sun shone bright And the sky was the most Beautiful shade of blue. Now I can only try And picture what's left. A day of fog and grey clouds And sad rain. Where did the sun go?

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Aug 16, 2014

Aug 16, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC

What a Day

Me and you, We were a perfect day. Where the sun shone bright And the sky was the most Beautiful shade of blue. Now I can only try And picture what's left. A day of fog and grey clouds And sad rain. Where did the sun go?

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*We set out that night To have the greatest adventure In the world.* 1am, our minds alive With possibilities and consequences, Not caring about either. 2am, our bodies shivering From thrill, fear and cold Shattered by headlights and voices. Fear, creeping up between us Through the water, up to our noses Barely touching the surface. It doesn't reach our shaking hands, though, Steady together. 3am, crouching, leaning as far against the wall as we dare Concentrating on the top of our heads. You give me a look that says everything. *4am, trudging through the dark and the grass, Was it worth it? It was worth it.*

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Aug 11, 2014

Aug 11, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC

At Night

*We set out that night To have the greatest adventure In the world.* 1am, our minds alive With possibilities and consequences, Not caring about either. 2am, our bodies shivering From thrill, fear and cold Shattered by headlights and voices. Fear, creeping up between us Through the water, up to our noses Barely touching the surface. It doesn't reach our shaking hands, though, Steady together. 3am, crouching, leaning as far against the wall as we dare Concentrating on the top of our heads. You give me a look that says everything. *4am, trudging through the dark and the grass, Was it worth it? It was worth it.*

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When you go and talk to me, You're the only one I see. Your face makes me go into shock My stomach feels like it's a rock. Sometimes, I have no words to say For when you make me feel this way. I don't know if it's in my head, I don't know if it's what we said. Two words for you are: so. intense. This isn't making any sense. My face always lights up the town When you say, "I'll see you around." My happy even beats the sun It's always there, I'm never done. It's different every time we talk You'll be the key, my heart's the lock. But there's one thing I need to know- Is it my head, or is it us both?

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Aug 5, 2014

Aug 5, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC

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When you go and talk to me, You're the only one I see. Your face makes me go into shock My stomach feels like it's a rock. Sometimes, I have no words to say For when you make me feel this way. I don't know if it's in my head, I don't know if it's what we said. Two words for you are: so. intense. This isn't making any sense. My face always lights up the town When you say, "I'll see you around." My happy even beats the sun It's always there, I'm never done. It's different every time we talk You'll be the key, my heart's the lock. But there's one thing I need to know- Is it my head, or is it us both?

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I remember Those splendid days So full of hope And laced with timeless wonder Those splended days Each and every one of them Loved, as if they were treasures in a chest As if they were colors and magic, floating through air Those Sundays When I would sneak out and peek into the mailbox Sure that I was invisible to the world With that same hope Maybe an early Hogwarts letter? Maybe an early birthday present? Something wonderful, Something just for me Now and then, I catch a glimpse of that very same Sunday hope, still living with magic Inside of my mailbox.

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Aug 2, 2014

Aug 2, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC

Mailbox

I remember Those splendid days So full of hope And laced with timeless wonder Those splended days Each and every one of them Loved, as if they were treasures in a chest As if they were colors and magic, floating through air Those Sundays When I would sneak out and peek into the mailbox Sure that I was invisible to the world With that same hope Maybe an early Hogwarts letter? Maybe an early birthday present? Something wonderful, Something just for me Now and then, I catch a glimpse of that very same Sunday hope, still living with magic Inside of my mailbox.

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