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Rona Librada Apr 3
She calls it chance, a fleeting play.
A twist of fate, a game we sway.
Yet Freud would whisper, low and deep —
"We meet the ones our souls do keep."

Not fate nor luck, nor paths askew.
But echoes of the mind we knew.
A stranger's face, yet not unknown.
A ghost of thoughts we've always owned.
Rona Librada Feb 2024
You loved me for who I was,
but not the person I am now.

Self-absorbed in my dreams turning into life, not realizing the chaos I caused to come.

I am selfish. Am i not?

...manifesting what i want, with you getting behind.
Rona Librada Dec 2023
Through their eyes, i see one's true self.
The happiness that radiates.
The sorrow that whirls.
A past love that unsolicitedly lingers.
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Having this is a bliss but not like this.
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My dear, it is me who you with.
Grab my hand when you find your true peace.
Rona Librada Oct 2023
Every bit of you is being
every bit of me...

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Your eyes glimmer as i move closer.
Every inch i take, i adore you deeper.
With our hands mingled,
the long i desire.
May i ask will you want to be mine?
Rona Librada Aug 2023
We talked.
We clicked.
We laughed.
She left.
She met.
We slipped.

Tempted to kiss her but never did.
Rona Librada Aug 2023
Scared to lose yourself,
chose to remain independent and reserved.

For once, dive for its worth.
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