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  Apr 13 Aaron
Ariana
I asked him why he loved me;
He whispered
"Because I do."
And it wasn't really
the answer
that I was looking for.
  Apr 7 Aaron
She Writes
You asked me why I like you
But I didn’t want to tell
Some of my reasons are cheesy...
But here is why I fell

I love the way your lips curve
When I make you smile
It makes me want to pull you close
And kiss you for awhile

I love the way your eyes twinkle
When you talk about things you love
I truely believe
You are a gift from above

I love that you are compassionate
You have such a big heart
That was the first thing I noticed
Right from the start

I love the way it feels
When you hold me tight
I finally feel safe
Like I could sleep through the night

I love that you don’t judge me
For my less than perfect self
That is more attractive
Than any amount of wealth

There are so many more reasons
But I’ll start with just this few
Maybe someday
I’ll give this poem to you

:)
  Mar 10 Aaron
zoe
I remember the day you told me you loved me
I thought you did,
But you didn't.

You never loved me
I was stupid to think you did
You never loved me.

I remember when you called it over
With a simple word,
Sorry.

Every time I hear that word
That stupid word,
I break down.
Aaron Mar 10
I wish you could become me,
Once for a while or just a few,
To make sure that you can see
What I can see in you.
Neither fighting for love nor spreading peace
I'm just a reckless flower can you blossom me please.
At my lowest your voice whispers around
Like a floating breeze, yet deeply profound,
Though my signs are not that strong but also not weak
You can call me by my name or simply just a freak.
This is for ,you know
Aaron Nov 2024
The clock ticks softly but fast
There's no mean to see our past
Moments fade like falling stars
Life whispers to move onwards
First try to write a short poem full of teaching,meanings and depth
  Nov 2024 Aaron
SMN
you see,
that’s the problem
with being the strong one
who always offers others
a hand
everyone thinks that you
don’t need a hand and
they think you have lots
of surplus energy and no
worries

*(s.m)
Aaron Nov 2024
My thoughts are what you're reading;
My heart is still begging
Cause my feelings are still bleeding,
My heart is still pleading
For the love which is receding,
My heart is still seeking
For the love which I was seeming,
No one cared about my feelings
They just can't understand its meanings,
I've end up being decieved
By the love in which I believed.
Being real
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