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Nard Wolfe May 2020
If memories are the only place that I could meet you and feel your existence, then I’ll just keep coming back to what we used to had.
Nard Wolfe May 2020
You could listen to the bestest song, look at the prettiest sky, eat the tastiest ice-cream; and it’s about all the greatest things that you have with you, and who come across your mind to share all of that with.
Nard Wolfe May 2020
We found our parts of us in the things that we love.

We found ourselves in each photos that we took.
We found ourselves in the eyes of our loved ones.
We found ourselves in the songs that we listen to.
We found ourselves in every words that we said.

What we approach is what we love, and what we love is a piece that complete us, and what we love is something that reflects us.

And what we love is our own self.
Because we found us in what we love.
Nard Wolfe May 2020
No, I’m not afraid of loving you. Because sooner or later, you’ll leave. No matter what the reason is, you will. And what I could do from my side is, loving you as long as I have the chance to love you. Feeling it like how I feel it. Not denying nor go against myself, because it will be more painful that way. If this is how I feel, then this is how I live.
Nard Wolfe Apr 2020
Maybe it’s about letting things go, not about forcing things to happen
Maybe it’s about the future, nothing more about the memories
Maybe it’s about getting along, not about ambitions
Maybe it’s about who we are, not who we were
Because we’re not who we were nor we know who we’re going to be

Let’s walk our own road and cross fingers
If we could meet again in another junction
Because if we will never, let’s just come back to our old books and reread it whenever we miss each other.
Nard Wolfe Mar 2020
My vow isn’t about happiness
But it’s promising love
Where lies 1001 senses
That a heart could taste.
  Feb 2020 Nard Wolfe
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They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They don’t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.

Listen...

You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.

Never let them make you go away.
I love it when someone tells me to keep writing. You should keep writing too!
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