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Abhi Jun 2018
Walk you to the door and say goodbye
Hope we'll meet again
Sometime.
I know it might never happen
Should i give up on you
oh! I can't decide
I wonder what you think of me
Am i a trouble for you
Cause for me you're a bliss
All the days since we have known each others are the proof
I've always wished to be with you
I know I've never said how i feel
That is because you're with someone else
Knowing that he doesn't treat you right
There's no way i can waste more time
I need to tell you
though i know its too late
I always loved you and will always do.
_Abhi (arthabihin.com)
Rebecca Lynn Apr 2018
Remember me for when the evening sun goes down,
and I'll remember you,
and all the good times that we had
in this old town.
I'll remember you-
whether it was the good love we had-
or the love that just gone bad.

Remember me for when the evening sun goes down,
and I'll remember you,
and all the places
that we've been around,
I'll remember you-
when I go to our old favorite spot-
I'll remember your beautiful face,
in my old town.

but promise me this,
for when our friendship sinks-
that you'll remember me,
wearing my favorite floral dress,
my curly hair in a mess-
sitting on a blanket in the grass,
with your arms wrapped around my chest.
Just you and I watching the sun set.

Remember me for when the evening sun goes down.
I wrote this  when I was at a writer's workshop over the summer.
Sankalp Dharge Jan 2018
It was nightfall whilst I commenced
Howard and Sufjan resonated my head
Heart was thumping against my chest
Slightest of drizzle varied my eye
Psyche was sketching days to the fore.

Plunged dead to the world midnight
Came vigorous next to the first light
I felt the caring wind filled with bliss
Resembling a mother’s kiss
The western sky sparkled surpassing dawn.

I was drunk on the beauty of this world
The sea still, tranquil and cavernous
Ignoring the horror, it formerly heard
Shortly I glided forward and beyond

Draining my past behind...
I wrote this while travelling in Mumbai.
It was an amazing tour. This city never sleeps.
I feel nostalgic.
Sankalp Dharge Jun 2017
The river has water,
I need wine.
Then I’ll be totally fine.
Can you be mine, can you be mine?
We will dance across the line.

Hold my hand,
See the world.
Be my side,
Be my world.

Can we live well?
Not in heaven, nor in hell.
Just you, I and the time
Can you be mine, can you be mine?
For the rest of my life.
ARI Jan 2017
I
want my-
No. I need
My voice to be
Heard by any soul inclined to listened.

-ARI
If youre at all curious to know what else I could possibly have to say check out my voice on paper- http://morethananxiety.blogspot.fi/
Q Dec 2016
Sometimes
when words are inseparably
too much and not enough
all you need
is a picture or two
or perhaps
another word or three
rearranged and laid
more beautifully
i regret the days that passed
the years that flown.
when inspirations come and cast
i let them blown.

i regret the days i did not write,
the things my eyes have seen.
tales and poems that could have been,
passed i let them all out my sight.

i regret the times i remember when,
i did not care to hold a pen.
to tell and write down what i can,
before my fantasies come to end.

i regret to forget, i really do,
a writer in me whose next to you
may not be so good but i always knew
i’m very much in love so dearly, too.

CSantaMaria
Maria Etre Jan 2016
As the cold crept under my skin
so did your kisses
as you planted them softly
on the carpet of goosebumps
that covered my body

As the wind slapped my face
with chills
so did your hands
as they cupped my red cheeks
holding it still
marveling at the beauty
that has bewitched you

As the rain damped my hair
curling them with winter surprises
so did you fingers
as they hypnotized me to sleep
uncurling all the disadvantages of the day

As the flakes rested on my lashes
so did yours against mine
as you got close to me
synching your breath with mine

As January embraced me
with layers upon layers of wool
so did your arms
as I roll under
my sheets
feeling my skin
against
yours
Maria Etre Jan 2016
You blow my rationale
like the angry wind
stripping me
from logic

You step into my garden
of innocence
coloring my dull being
with every footprint

You awaken my dormant nature
blossoming every flower
sprinkling spring
everywhere

You kiss my hibernating heart
warming it from the crisp
cold winter outside

You ripple emotions
across my vast body
triggering a field
of goosebumps

You walk your fingers
untangling my curls
as they stroll from my nape
upwards

You trace paths
along my face
drawing a perfect picture
of beauty
your
beauty
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