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  Jan 2017 AidaDonn
Ignatius Hosiana
I am not starved
but*
Heartbreaks are all I eat
That's why I have a
malnourished soul
  Jan 2017 AidaDonn
Sk Abdul Aziz
Your eyes are quite something
They say so much
And yet conceal a lot
I wonder what secrets they hold
Beneath those layers of light and love
What pain and regrets do they live with?
What do they see in me?
Do they look at with love or caution?
I wish i could read them better

The eyes i think are the most incredible physical attribute of the human body
They never lie
And say so much without saying
Almost every single emotion is revealed through this medium
  Jan 2017 AidaDonn
Ignatius Hosiana
You
Only miss the time when
Life was simply hard...
when it's hardly simple
  Jan 2017 AidaDonn
-df
I have a hard time believing in love,
yet I still choose to let the thought creep in the back of my mind.

I believe love makes people act in foolish ways,
they seem to forget that the world keeps spinning.

I don't want unconditional love.

I don't want to be loved in a way that isn't fair.
I don't deserve to get away with my ruthless flaws.

I need someone to tell me when I'm wrong.
I need someone to make me see that there's more than one way.

I don't need pity where it isn't deserved.
I don't want to hurt someone who has let me into their heart.

I need raw and honest love to keep me sane.

(-DF-05/27/16-)
This poem was inspired by Beau Taplin's: Unconditional Love.
  Jan 2017 AidaDonn
Sam
Trust,
is when you tell someone your deepest, darkest, secret, and know that they'll take it to their grave unless you give them permission to do otherwise with it.
It can be quick, it can be a split-second decision, but it's something conscious, a small act of faith.


Friendship,
is when you tell someone your deepest, darkest, secret, and they stay standing beside you.
It's built on at least some amount of trust, and it means they back you up, and you do the same for them. It means you do your best not to stab them in the back, because you care about them, and trust they'll do the same for you.


Love,
*is when you tell someone your deepest, darkest, secret, and they look you in the eye, and believe you're still a good person.
It sneaks up on you, about the exact time you don't expect it to, and changes your life, rather you want it to, or not. It's unconditional, and infinite, and beautiful, because love is when you care about someone so much, you can't imagine your life without them, and you'd do anything to protect them, your own life be ******. It doesn't matter if your blood is the same - if you're friends, or lovers, or acquaintances. Love, is an all encompassing sort of thing: it isn't picky
.
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