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Maybe one day when the days are fine,
Maybe some years after nine.
Maybe then we come across each other or maybe we won't.
Maybe we ignore or maybe we won't,
Maybe we smile or maybe we won't.
Maybe we crave for that one hug or maybe we won't.
Maybe then you notice the love in my eyes or maybe you won't,
Maybe you can hear the poem my eyes recite or maybe you won't.
Maybe you still pull my cheeks or maybe you won't.
Maybe you still laugh on my jokes or maybe you won't.
Maybe we exchange contacts or maybe we won't.
Maybe then you leave saying goodbye once again or maybe you won't.
Maybe you call me later or maybe you won't
Maybe i say hello and you reply or maybe you won't.
Maybe we start once again or maybe we won't.
Maybe we fall in love once again or maybe we won't.
Maybe you too wish the same to happen or maybe you won't.
Maybe you too miss me or maybe you won't.
Maybe you too write the same or maybe you won't.
 Mar 2017 Groved Wall
Luna Marie
I've been singing songs about you,
Though you'll never hear them.
I've been writing poetry about you,
Though you'll never read them.
I've been painting pictures of you,
Though you'll never see them...
Just like you never saw me falling,
So you weren't able to catch me.
I'm the only one falling.
I deleted every line
That said I ever loved you
Regretted every song
That I had ever wrote you
I can't possibly erase them
They're all a part of me
Reminders of a bad decision
Yeah, that sounds like me
My heart just full of stupid
My head just full of dumb
My works just full of love
And now it's all undone.
And I hate myself with each one I find again.

Thank you, everyone, for your kind words, I can't express enough how happy I am that I actually made Daily poem <3
i don't have to
make you love me

and i'll say three words,
not the ones everyone expects.

stay with me

i don't need you
to kiss me

or run your hands
through my hair,

i just want
to look at you,

to burn the image of your smile
into the back of my mind

so that whenever
i close my eyes,
i only see you

stay with me

i don't need for you
to give me your love

i can keep going,
one foot after the other

when you hold her hand
and give her
your heart,

but i just want
the parts of you that last,

the parts
that go beyond
heart shaped chocolate and red valentines

the parts
that go beyond
perfectly polished fireplace mantles
and neatly trimmed hedges,

the parts
that go beyond
good times and good time friends
and never letting go,

i just want the parts
that are
the raindrops,
of your soul

stay with me

i don't need you to say
those three words
everyone expects you to,

i don't even need
to hold your hand,

i only need to feel you,

i only need to know you,

i only need for you
to be
the parts of me,

the parts that last,

and,

i only need for you to

*stay with me
and she will
be loved
 Mar 2017 Groved Wall
Silverflame
We almost made it
Hence the word almost
You left with no trace

Do you regret leaving?
I* am a mess without you
Don't pretend we were nothing

You promised you'd be there for me
Only me
Unfortunately, you lied

Liquor is now your replacement
Eating seems pointless
After you left, everything lost meaning
Volcano meets tornado
Erase my foolishness

Maybe I still love you
Even now, when you don't deserve it

*?
This is an acrostic poem I wrote a long time ago...
 Mar 2017 Groved Wall
Alizea
You'll waste a lot of time
waiting for people to become
who you want them to be.
And miss out
on the treasures
that they are meant to be.

*Cherish
I started leaving the door open for you.
I started to write and live honestly.
Endless nights spent chasing
another song of defeat
across the ashtray
forgetting my own words:

you can create art out of suffering;
you should never create suffering for art.

I started waiting for you.
I started to notice the decline of my moods
coincided with sublime precision to your
tail-lights in the distance.
Half-drunk
I had forgotten my own words:

suffering may be borne out of love;
love should not be borne out of suffering.

I started leaving the door open for you.
I started to expose each sleepless night
and commonplace hangover
as a symptom of a malady
and not a way of life.
You helped me to recall

peace arrives once the war has ended.
For peace, you do not have to fight.
Written after a short-lived fling with an older woman who taught me a lot about the world.

C
 Mar 2017 Groved Wall
Luna Marie
You always ask me why,
it's so hard for me to get close.
But when I actually try,
I lose my fingers and my toes.

I hate giving my all
and getting nothing in return.
And that's why I build my wall,
before I crash and burn.
Can you please stop playing with my heart? It's physically hurting me...
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