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and I keep dreaming of a simple admirer,
someone of whom I will never tire,
gentle, kind and sweet like a toffee,
with eyes, made of coffee.

- gio
goodbye my almost lover
guess we will never discover

discover what could have been
between us two
what we could have win
together, me and you

thought I could be your bae
still thinking about us
at the end of the day

I thought that if we vibe, we vibe
didn’t need words to describe

but I don’t understand
it turned out all different
as than I planned

so goodbye my almost lover
maybe one day we will recover

recover the days we’ve lost
the paths left uncrossed

because life is full of second chances
and I might get a happy end, romantic.

- gio, 01.05.2020
Mutiaradiza Jan 10
i pray that the melody of me
play along with the sonata of you and her.
i pray it echoes through your head
as you did to me
with the waltz of almosts and
the staccato of uncertainty.
you're on the edge of a cliff, he won't push you nor pull you in. you'll be dead somewhere along the pain.
Lindsey Grace Jul 2016
I saw you on the bus yesterday.
The first thing I saw was your leather jacket
The one with the orange patch
Your hair was golden brown
And its waves fell down to your shoulder
You pulled out a book
And I see the small scribble of a tattoo on your right hand
As hard as I tried I couldn't see exactly what you were reading
I imagine it was something done by Faulkner, Twain, or Hemingway
I imagine you listen to jazz and drink black coffee
You play the banjo and guitar
You order scotch on the rocks
Every ******* time
You write poetry for your friends sometimes
And You claim its terrible
And your friends claim it brilliant
You would write me some,
and I would recite it when we fight
You would take pictures of me when I wake up in the morning
with nothing but your shirt on
You would take them to the dark room
and hide them in your drawer
You would laugh at me when I put on your ******* glasses
and I at you when you would tell me bad jokes
You would drag me with you
to see all of your favorite shows
And I would joke like you actually had to drag me
I would drag you shopping
but you never minded as long as it was a thrift store
Our apartment would be small
Because neither of us cared too much about being wealthy
We would follow our dreams
I would paint
and tell people how they are feeling
And you would play music
and sing
and write
and tell me how I am feeling
We would be rich
with love
The love girls pray for every night
before they go to sleep
See, we would wake up every day with that feeling
like the one you get when your crush in high school says hello in the hall
We wold be mad for each other
But I don't even know you
There on the bus
I watched you, a stranger, walk on
and walk off
In this amount of time
I have constructed
a whole new path of life
A path I might have taken
if I would have picked up my bag
sit two seats closer
If I wasn't so nervous of what you may think of me
and asked you about your book
Do you like it?
What is your name?
If I were to have asked you out for coffee
Life today would be different
I would be saying your name over and over in my head
I would have started the book you are reading
Maybe I would be texting you
right now
Instead of writing a poem
Maybe I would be writing about the man I met on the bus
not the man I never met
Maybe you would break my heart one day
But we may never know now
Maybe I will see you again
Maybe then I will ask for your name
or the book you were reading in February
But this city is a big City
And there might not be such a thing called fate
And so I will miss you
And your scribble tattoo
And the path I was too scared to take.
Nik Jul 2016
Almost, maybe- not quite there.
Sometimes, never,
Never always.
Yo-yo, back and forth.
Not quiet steady.

Goodbye my almost lover.
I am so tired of games

— The End —