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1.2k · Feb 2022
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Kinty Feb 2022
i saw the moon,
and it was yellow,
and its yellow glare reminded me of so many things —

of your smile, your beautiful smile,
of your pretty eyes that sparkle at the sight of flowers,
of the way you hold my hand like there is no other.

it reminded me of the love we share,
of the calm you give,
of your gentle care.

it reminded me of the comfortable warmth
that i find myself embraced in,
of new memories of sunshine, sunflowers, and butterflies.

it reminded me of your morning glow,
and of your sweet disposition.
it reminded me that i love you so.
on the way home looking at the yellow moon stupidly smiling while thinking of you. i am in love.
696 · May 2020
My Cup of Coffee
Kinty May 2020
You're the first thing in my mornings,
and I like you whatever form you may be in.
Whether you're hot or cold,
sweet or bitter,
I enjoy you.

You wake me up,
make me feel jittery;
you give me energy.

And when I feel drained,
uninspired and unmotivated.
Your strong aroma fills the room
with so much, just so much
to fill me up.
You are my cup of coffee.
416 · May 2020
Depth
Kinty May 2020
Is it just me
or
are we using words
like
love, relationship, friends
with
heavy weight
so much
maybe even too much
to the point that
its depth is
no longer recognized.
Comment what you think.
256 · May 2020
The Hillclimb
Kinty May 2020
It was as if a normal day,
Until you decided to come this way
Invited me with open arms,
“Never will we be apart.” You said.
It was as if I wasn’t nervous,
Held your hand, locked it on purpose
—We started this hillclimb.
It was as if we were Jack and Jill,
Just that we weren’t rolling down this hill,
The darkness was overwhelming
And the silence deafening
But I knew everything was fine
Because you are with me,
Because our hands our locked tight.
But when the angry storm came through,
Your fear overpowered you.
You left me alone on this journey,
You made your way out.
That’s when I knew,
The person you started the journey with
doesn’t always end up with you.
One of my first poems.
249 · May 2020
Temporary
Kinty May 2020
The most beautiful things in life: the beautiful blend of sunset colors, the beautiful bloom of sunflowers, the beautiful crisp of leaves that fell last Autumn, and the beautiful curve of your smile, are never more than temporary.

It’s sad how being temporary makes things beautiful.
Would you rather stay forever or be beautiful?

— The End —