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if i had a wish i would wish for you
sharing love together like we used to do
times we shared together having so much fun
first day that we met when love first begun

sitting in the garden on a summers day
sitting in your swing chair  you would swing away
doing all the things that we used to do
all the special times when there was me and you

then the angels came took the one i love
to there home in heaven way up high above
i wish everyday that you were here with me
you and i together like it used to be
 Jul 31 Kalliope
Azariah
Blankets don't keep away the loneliness.
 Jul 31 Kalliope
Zywa
You and you only

know my pain, for you yourself --


did it, broke my heart.
Poem "Und wüßten’s die Blumen" ("And if the flowers knew", 1823, Heinrich Heine), from the collection "Lyrisches Intermezzo" - XXII, set to music in 1840 by Robert Schumann

Collection "Love Mind and Death"
 Jul 30 Kalliope
notapoet
sun
 Jul 30 Kalliope
notapoet
sun
you're like the sun
i can't touch you
i can't get close to you
so i just
look at you from afar
and hope you continue to shine
as bright as you always do
just so i can see you
everyday
and admire your light
 Jul 30 Kalliope
notapoet
some days you act like you want me
you would check up on me
text me
start conversations with me
call me

but some days you act like i'm nothing
 Jul 30 Kalliope
notapoet
your presence is a warm embrace,
a quiet comfort that only i know.

your laughter, like sunlight breaking clouds,
illuminates my dull world.

your voice, sweet and melodic,
soothes my chaotic mind.

your soul, like an unkempt garden,
full of vibrant colours and life.

with you everyday is an adventure,
a new path ready to explore.

your undying love, a steady force in my life,
a constant source of strength.

today, and everyday,
i am grateful for you.
 Jul 30 Kalliope
Kamini
If the red box
were yellow
Or square
Or round
Or blue
Or Green,
Short or tall.
If it were of wood,
Or paper,
Maybe cardboard
Or bamboo.
If it were you
Or me
Or both…
Or not red at all
What would that mean?
your presence
is the biggest gift
you have to give

to anyone
ever

including
you
 Jul 30 Kalliope
Zywa
The coffin must be

big, bigger than you think now --


For all my sorrow.
Poem "Die alten, bösen Lieder" ("The old, evil songs", 1823, Heinrich Heine), from the collection "Lyrisches Intermezzo" - LXVI, set to music in 1840 by Robert Schumann

Collection "Love Mind and Death"
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