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Nan 1d
My gift to you, our memories that bring pain.

For in him. . .
    You will see me. . .

For in him. . .
    You will see us. . .

For in him. . .
     You will smell morning cups of coffee. . .

For in him. . .
     You will see our passion filled nights. . .

For in him. . .
      You will smell the odor of my skin. . .

Even after years have passed, it will be subtle.
       For in him, you will always see me.
          no happy ending, no escape.
             - you will always see me
                   even subtly , part of you is mine. . .
An angry betrayed poet named Nan.
Nan 1d
I'm sorry, for pain.

I'm sorry, for the rage.

I'm sorry, for feeling innate.

I'm sorry, for the mistakes.

For in your divine perfume,
   I am a little man, but a little man,
       who caged you.
          In you, I saw me,
              Each mistake a rosy chorus of mockery,
                     Forgive me.
                          -𝐹𝓁𝓎. . . 𝐵𝑒 𝐹𝓇𝑒𝑒
A embarrassed poet named Nan.
Nan 3d
Sleep my beloved, upon the field of stars.
    Ardent and bright, in the nothingness that awaits.
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I hear your whispers upon my heart,
   I hear its beating in response,
     I laugh and I cry at the same time,
         in this pleasure grief but endures,
             but my happiness lasts unchanged
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Sleep my beloved, hear my lullaby.
in the nothingness of the cosmos, paint me a sign upon constellations
-Towards our future meeting,
     unaware, we are already there
        for in you my soul dies,
              and my heart sleeps.
A tired poet named Nan+
    A Dead Poet.
Nan 6d
I loved you, until you left.
  My soul weeps, and my heart breaks always knowing.
                - 𝗶 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗱𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲
An ignorant fool named Nan.
Nan 6d
Tears will not stop the sun from rising,
      time from passing, or your heart learning to forget.
                                  -𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮
A poet lost in time named Nan.
  6d Nan
A Dead Poet
Solitude becomes a choir,
  An illuminating echo that turns into a horrid cacophony.
        Harsh reminder of a dreamer who could not dream,
                    A painter who could not paint . . .  
                          A singer who could not sing . . .
                                Come and calm this song, Come and save me,
                                     From this anxiety, that steals the value of my life.  
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Fireworks explode, they color your eyes.
     Do not sing, do not paint, do not dream, simply write.

Artistry cannot erase desire.
   But it can fuel your fire and desire.

Let each stroke, give you sensations.
   Of my hand on yours, a state of warmth and delight.

Nonetheless when you suffer,
      And beg for “HELP!” know.
                I am never.
                         -🄵🄰🅁
Fun Collab with the incomparable Nan ❤
Nan 6d
Solitude becomes a choir,
  An illuminating echo that turns into a horrid cacophony.
        Harsh reminder of a dreamer who could not dream,
                    A painter who could not paint . . .  
                          A singer who could not sing . . .
                                Come and calm this song, Come and save me,
                                     From this anxiety, that steals the value of my life.  
__________________
Fi­reworks explode, they color your eyes.
     Do not sing, do not paint, do not dream, simply write.

Artistry cannot erase desire.
   But it can fuel your fire and desire.

Let each stroke, give you sensations.
   Of my hand on yours, a state of warmth and delight.

Nonetheless when you suffer,
      And beg for “HELP!” know.
                I am never.
                         -𝐟𝐚𝐫
Fun little Google Collab between:
- A simple poet named Nan
     & my friend The Dead Poet
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