unfcknblvbl - Hello Poetry

I am yearning for what is to be met Oh that feeling The feeling I get Almost like a high, once again I am floating Floating up in a cloud Down Up and there we go again But this time I am actually dying… Slowly My breath becomes shallow Not like the deep end of a pool I pinch myself to see, feel (or even touch) What I feel is real Skin to skin Cheek to cheek Freckles to mouth I’ll see you in the south Yet I am still yearning The touch of your hand bend to bend Beneath it all under your bed Within all your secrets I cannot bear to stand behind it all Reaching out for a new It’s crude to think I don’t yearn for you.

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Feb 3, 2025

Feb 3, 2025 at 6:05 AM UTC

unfcknblvbl

Yearning

I am yearning for what is to be met Oh that feeling The feeling I get Almost like a high, once again I am floating Floating up in a cloud Down Up and there we go again But this time I am actually dying… Slowly My breath becomes shallow Not like the deep end of a pool I pinch myself to see, feel (or even touch) What I feel is real Skin to skin Cheek to cheek Freckles to mouth I’ll see you in the south Yet I am still yearning The touch of your hand bend to bend Beneath it all under your bed Within all your secrets I cannot bear to stand behind it all Reaching out for a new It’s crude to think I don’t yearn for you.

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i hope you come to none it’s done i’m done it’s done well done well gone well played well stayed i cant wait for what’s next to an end i just can put the done in its one over due what can you loose? just like a drug i give you a shove to what is none of done and what can’t wait can’t say and what i say is great to what i’ve Lund to what is done Lund to a crud i give you a shove but more harder bigger worser i heard ya but i don’t know ya i don’t wanna get a good if i could i would but i should and i would but i could and i did hope.

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Dec 20, 2024

Dec 20, 2024 at 2:30 AM UTC

unfcknblvbl

hope

i hope you come to none it’s done i’m done it’s done well done well gone well played well stayed i cant wait for what’s next to an end i just can put the done in its one over due what can you loose? just like a drug i give you a shove to what is none of done and what can’t wait can’t say and what i say is great to what i’ve Lund to what is done Lund to a crud i give you a shove but more harder bigger worser i heard ya but i don’t know ya i don’t wanna get a good if i could i would but i should and i would but i could and i did hope.

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picking flowers off your nonchalance i can't stand it i can't stand here it's very clear that you don't want me here but what it does its like giving you a shove stop comparing stop caring like a drug it makes you almost like a rug except i'm dragging you out of the ruck into the trash out in a bag but what else could you have done?

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Dec 20, 2024

Dec 20, 2024 at 2:23 AM UTC

unfcknblvbl

i'm at a cause

picking flowers off your nonchalance i can't stand it i can't stand here it's very clear that you don't want me here but what it does its like giving you a shove stop comparing stop caring like a drug it makes you almost like a rug except i'm dragging you out of the ruck into the trash out in a bag but what else could you have done?

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sometimes i miss you but i just don't know who sometimes i miss you in ways you cannot even fathom in ways you could never wrap your head around i have it down in writing but it's not like you used to i get mad at the small things exactly like you used to but i guess i'm just used to that it's like that feeling when your hands feel like their wrapped around my neck gripping so f'king hard i can't breathe eventually that all started to stop then i eventually drop down into a void a void of all my bodies piled up into one big mess of spilled soup drooping... and then i'm swimming in something far deep and away into a cloud of just nothing.

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Dec 19, 2024

Dec 19, 2024 at 2:22 AM UTC

unfcknblvbl

the something out of nothing

sometimes i miss you but i just don't know who sometimes i miss you in ways you cannot even fathom in ways you could never wrap your head around i have it down in writing but it's not like you used to i get mad at the small things exactly like you used to but i guess i'm just used to that it's like that feeling when your hands feel like their wrapped around my neck gripping so f'king hard i can't breathe eventually that all started to stop then i eventually drop down into a void a void of all my bodies piled up into one big mess of spilled soup drooping... and then i'm swimming in something far deep and away into a cloud of just nothing.

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