the-lonely-wordsmith - Hello Poetry

Don't you have to know? I still don't understand why you had to go. Was it to soon, or was I too late? Our love kept on spinning like the threads of fate I've been here as long now as I was away And our hearts were aching for that very day, Until it had arrived and my feet touched the ground Suddenly you darling, just were not around. But what I don't understand is why you'd just go, It all was for something...don't you have to know?

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Feb 2, 2025

Feb 2, 2025 at 8:06 AM UTC

Don't you have to know?

Don't you have to know? I still don't understand why you had to go. Was it to soon, or was I too late? Our love kept on spinning like the threads of fate I've been here as long now as I was away And our hearts were aching for that very day, Until it had arrived and my feet touched the ground Suddenly you darling, just were not around. But what I don't understand is why you'd just go, It all was for something...don't you have to know?

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I knew I lost you in advance I can't say I didn't have a warning We were sitting on the couch Like it were just any other morning And I was struggling with a task Can't even remember what I asked if you would help and your reply Twisted my hear into a knot Why would you do that indeed Yet somehow you always did Until loving me was difficult and you were not prepared to make that bid.

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Oct 8, 2022

Oct 8, 2022 at 8:37 AM UTC

There were always signs, I just didn't read them

I knew I lost you in advance I can't say I didn't have a warning We were sitting on the couch Like it were just any other morning And I was struggling with a task Can't even remember what I asked if you would help and your reply Twisted my hear into a knot Why would you do that indeed Yet somehow you always did Until loving me was difficult and you were not prepared to make that bid.

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A beautiful verb, now only past tense, Felt from that day, to all the years hence, From beautiful voice, I held it so true, But tell me just when, was it past tense to you? We promised the moment, it happened we'd say, But I haven't yet, and you didn't that day, Sometimes conversations, they still feel like home, Like you did that day, by the sand and the foam. This poems not finished, no it doesn't feel done, But as I think of a title, past tense's not the one

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Apr 8, 2020

Apr 8, 2020 at 9:57 AM UTC

Love

A beautiful verb, now only past tense, Felt from that day, to all the years hence, From beautiful voice, I held it so true, But tell me just when, was it past tense to you? We promised the moment, it happened we'd say, But I haven't yet, and you didn't that day, Sometimes conversations, they still feel like home, Like you did that day, by the sand and the foam. This poems not finished, no it doesn't feel done, But as I think of a title, past tense's not the one

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Should love feel like coming home? Like shelter after you roam? Like peace and quiet and hope and sleep? Like a safe pair of arms in which to softly weep? Or is it adventure we seek? When on our lips of love we speak? Within you you feel a fire burn, For love's the adventure for which you yearn. But perhaps my dearest, sweetest you, Both of these loves are always true, And in your love I've always found, Both kinds tend to be abound

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Apr 6, 2020

Apr 6, 2020 at 8:50 AM UTC

How should love feel?

Should love feel like coming home? Like shelter after you roam? Like peace and quiet and hope and sleep? Like a safe pair of arms in which to softly weep? Or is it adventure we seek? When on our lips of love we speak? Within you you feel a fire burn, For love's the adventure for which you yearn. But perhaps my dearest, sweetest you, Both of these loves are always true, And in your love I've always found, Both kinds tend to be abound

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Do you stare too at the dot of green, Wondering why, and what did it mean? Are you out there unfazed, unfettered, unseen? Or do you sit too, and curse what has been? Mad you said things that you didn't mean? Or is it just I who stares at my screen, Driven insane by that dot of green?

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Mar 14, 2020

Mar 14, 2020 at 7:51 AM UTC

Green.

Do you stare too at the dot of green, Wondering why, and what did it mean? Are you out there unfazed, unfettered, unseen? Or do you sit too, and curse what has been? Mad you said things that you didn't mean? Or is it just I who stares at my screen, Driven insane by that dot of green?

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The limelight dims, the curtains fall, Unset the stage, we've seen it all. The story's told, it's a such a shame, The backdrop's new, the end's the same. Why do we bother, to take our seat? The play is sad, and all too fleet. Through empty rows, his voice now leaps, And into him, emptiness seeps.

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Mar 14, 2020

Mar 14, 2020 at 7:26 AM UTC

The Empty Theater

The limelight dims, the curtains fall, Unset the stage, we've seen it all. The story's told, it's a such a shame, The backdrop's new, the end's the same. Why do we bother, to take our seat? The play is sad, and all too fleet. Through empty rows, his voice now leaps, And into him, emptiness seeps.

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So I say hey, how have you been? I tried to stay mad but that isn't my scene. I always freak out about what to say to you, But who is it that I am really lying to? Cause we all know, what it is I mean, When I say hey, how have you been?

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Mar 5, 2020

Mar 5, 2020 at 2:51 AM UTC

Hey

So I say hey, how have you been? I tried to stay mad but that isn't my scene. I always freak out about what to say to you, But who is it that I am really lying to? Cause we all know, what it is I mean, When I say hey, how have you been?

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Bloodied knuckles, and a bleeding wrist Waves of a feeling, I haven't missed I thought I was done with feeling this way I thought I was over crying everyday It's just as bad as it ever was It never ends it just goes on pause Hurts for the reason it does every time Hurts in the way that makes me rhyme.

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Feb 25, 2020

Feb 25, 2020 at 6:59 AM UTC

Hurts.

Bloodied knuckles, and a bleeding wrist Waves of a feeling, I haven't missed I thought I was done with feeling this way I thought I was over crying everyday It's just as bad as it ever was It never ends it just goes on pause Hurts for the reason it does every time Hurts in the way that makes me rhyme.

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I don't write them the way I did when I was young, And these days I don't Show them to no one. They're not here to impress To lie or to win They're just here cause I Don't know how else to begin. So ***** the time scheme And accept the forced rhyme I don't even remember When those rules felt like mine. I'm just here to practice Til one day I know I've written something That's ready to show.

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Feb 24, 2020

Feb 24, 2020 at 6:50 AM UTC

A new poem, that you'll never read.

I don't write them the way I did when I was young, And these days I don't Show them to no one. They're not here to impress To lie or to win They're just here cause I Don't know how else to begin. So ***** the time scheme And accept the forced rhyme I don't even remember When those rules felt like mine. I'm just here to practice Til one day I know I've written something That's ready to show.

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I hope he compares her eyes to endless stormy seas, Because I regret writing poems that were anything like these. I wish I'd never lost any sleep looking for the words, So I hope he compares her voice to the song of birds. But I hope he knows poems aren't enough, She never deserved any of this stuff. I never loved her, never will, But I wish her the best even still.

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Apr 8, 2019

Apr 8, 2019 at 7:39 AM UTC

I won't.

I hope he compares her eyes to endless stormy seas, Because I regret writing poems that were anything like these. I wish I'd never lost any sleep looking for the words, So I hope he compares her voice to the song of birds. But I hope he knows poems aren't enough, She never deserved any of this stuff. I never loved her, never will, But I wish her the best even still.

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