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Colm Jun 2019
Find answers at the bottom of a cup?
I think not.

Find freedom in the freedom to choose how you will be?
Not me.

Find a lack of self in a deepless sleep, where no answers are present for a moment?
Maybe.

Find yourself on a way, to being OK, with the inevitability of everything?
Now that...

That sounds like something substantial to me.
Fervent Series (8/10) - 06/23/19
LeoH Jun 2019
In the joy of love
I will find you
The precise moment
Does not matter
For we have always been
And always will be
One
My new mantra to bring love into my life
Lexi Snow Jun 2019
You spent every other day with me
It makes my heart skip beats
You make me feel like I am the only person in the world
You might be on your phone
But you still make me feel more important
The way me and you act
It kills me
I always see you on your bed
Yet I just wish
Wish that you were next to me
Holding me close to you
When everyone asked me what I did that night before
Your name is somewhere in the answer
When I say your name, my heart skips beats
When I talk about you
My smile is huge
My eyes light up like the Fourth of July
You make me look like a schoolgirl with this crush
When I am with you
You just make me the happiest person
Your flaws are amazing
Even though you say you aren’t handsome
I ALWAYS
ALWAYS
ALWAYS think you’re wrong
Because you are more than handsome
You are my ideal person
You and I are always on the same page
There is never a dull moment
I will do anything to keep you happy
Even if that means
Keeping my feelings to myself
Just know
You make my heart skip beats
Saudia R Jun 2019
They always say home is where the heart is

but we always assume the heart is with someone else

Do you see
why that home will always be broken

home has always been with you
and will always be with you

Home is where the heart is

Home

...
is you
larni Jun 2019
:)
you are now my saturday nights,
please become my sunday mornings.
<3
Andrew Hartnett Jun 2019
I always finish the wine when it’s opened

My thumb’s always the shoehorn for my shoe

I always miss the snow in the spring time

And I’m always thinking about you.
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