victor-enciu - Hello Poetry

I've fallen for your laugh, which is utterly contagious. I've fallen for your smile, which makes me giddy for no reason at all. I've fallen for our late night talks, when 1 am arrives far too quickly. I've fallen for our jokes, which I'll remember days later and burst into laughter. I've fallen for how you can make my day better, even if I wanted to cry a minute before. I've fallen for every second I get to spend with you, even if those seconds will always leave me wanting more.

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victor-enciu

Jan 28, 2015

Jan 28, 2015 at 6:21 AM UTC

kellkaym

falling

I've fallen for your laugh, which is utterly contagious. I've fallen for your smile, which makes me giddy for no reason at all. I've fallen for our late night talks, when 1 am arrives far too quickly. I've fallen for our jokes, which I'll remember days later and burst into laughter. I've fallen for how you can make my day better, even if I wanted to cry a minute before. I've fallen for every second I get to spend with you, even if those seconds will always leave me wanting more.

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I sit by the window waiting… The sun breaking through… Hoping to exile night’s perfidy With sharp stiletto’ed, piercing Razored orange rays… But why does the sun wear a grey shroud? Blighted, saddened… As it looks down upon my Forlorn soul behind the lonely window The nightingale that sang its melody Yesterday, with gay abandon… The little shrub in my patch Pining in loneliness all alone, Had given cause to the little bird Offering a crimson flower each dawn For it to celebrate love Dance, rejoice life, sing its beautiful song Lies withered, the bloom gone Who broke whose heart…and why?

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victor-enciu

Sep 9, 2014

Sep 9, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC

deepakqt

It died today

I sit by the window waiting… The sun breaking through… Hoping to exile night’s perfidy With sharp stiletto’ed, piercing Razored orange rays… But why does the sun wear a grey shroud? Blighted, saddened… As it looks down upon my Forlorn soul behind the lonely window The nightingale that sang its melody Yesterday, with gay abandon… The little shrub in my patch Pining in loneliness all alone, Had given cause to the little bird Offering a crimson flower each dawn For it to celebrate love Dance, rejoice life, sing its beautiful song Lies withered, the bloom gone Who broke whose heart…and why?

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i can feel your heart beat the proof of your existence lying against me your breath still lingers in the air the December chill makes me shiver but its worth the cold to remind of your warmth

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victor-enciu

Aug 4, 2014

Aug 4, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC

evagrace

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i can feel your heart beat the proof of your existence lying against me your breath still lingers in the air the December chill makes me shiver but its worth the cold to remind of your warmth

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I have lost my sun, Though I still orbit in a strange attraction. I have lost my music, Though I know my heart sings sound. I have lost my vision, Though I see in dreams an impossible beauty. I have lost my sense, Though this world has never tasted as sour. I have lost my purpose, Though aimlessly, I write in the pale drear of twilight. I have lost my reason, Though I chart dangerous courses without a crew. I am the last falls of the loveliest red proscenium curtain. I am over, undone, a foundling, lost, Without you.

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victor-enciu

Jul 25, 2014

Jul 25, 2014 at 8:20 AM UTC

ormond

To My Ophelia

I have lost my sun, Though I still orbit in a strange attraction. I have lost my music, Though I know my heart sings sound. I have lost my vision, Though I see in dreams an impossible beauty. I have lost my sense, Though this world has never tasted as sour. I have lost my purpose, Though aimlessly, I write in the pale drear of twilight. I have lost my reason, Though I chart dangerous courses without a crew. I am the last falls of the loveliest red proscenium curtain. I am over, undone, a foundling, lost, Without you.

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*When you are gone, Its not your smile that I'll miss the most. Nor is it your laughter. I will not miss your rythmic voice Nor will I miss your amazing speeches. When you are gone, I'll have all those video clippings And all those unnecessary voice recordings to be my aid in your absence. But hundreds and hundreds of clips Filled to the brim with your laughter and voice, will never be able to take your place. And that's because they'll all be a repetition. They'll show me what my eyes have already seen. Priceless moments... They'll never be able to create them, Like you did all the time With your amazing mind. However hard I am on myself. The truth will always be that I'll miss you. I'll definitely miss your heart which was your aid until this last day. But what I'll miss the most, is your mind and your everlasting soul. I'll miss them beyond words.*

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victor-enciu

Jul 13, 2014

Jul 13, 2014 at 8:19 AM UTC

mrx

Miss...

*When you are gone, Its not your smile that I'll miss the most. Nor is it your laughter. I will not miss your rythmic voice Nor will I miss your amazing speeches. When you are gone, I'll have all those video clippings And all those unnecessary voice recordings to be my aid in your absence. But hundreds and hundreds of clips Filled to the brim with your laughter and voice, will never be able to take your place. And that's because they'll all be a repetition. They'll show me what my eyes have already seen. Priceless moments... They'll never be able to create them, Like you did all the time With your amazing mind. However hard I am on myself. The truth will always be that I'll miss you. I'll definitely miss your heart which was your aid until this last day. But what I'll miss the most, is your mind and your everlasting soul. I'll miss them beyond words.*

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