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I’m slipping beneath.
Agony today I wait.
Midnight he wrote. Midnight.
kimkt22 Jan 2021
do you sleep again tonight
you are there but here in mind
seems you're tired as you say
coz you're good, nice and sweet
you have brown hair in  memories
i am Asian girl in your face
i like you more
night change but i miss you


now your place must getting cold
please tell me if you see the snow
coz everywhere you go i can't see

if you walked alone tonight
wish ill be there with you beside
like i heard you said i'm pretty
Varsha K May 2020
I lived a lifetime,
In your temporary presence.
Independent & free,
You unarmed me from my weapons.

It wasn't just a summer fling,
The memories are now a stain,
I regret we never said I love you but..
Happy, I got to hear you call me by your name.

-Elio to Oliver
Wrote my rendition of Elio's incomplete romance after Oliver's departure in 'Call me by your name'.
Every scene of this movie holds a special place in my heart.
The heartbreak, the love, the sensuality, the acceptance- love every bit of it.
May Elizabeth Mar 2018
Oh, to see without my eyes
The first time that you kissed me
Boundless by the time I cried
I built your walls around me
White noise, what an awful sound
Fumbling by Rogue River
Feel my feet above the ground
Hand of God, deliver me

Oh, oh whoa whoa is me
The first time that you touched me
Oh, will wonders ever cease?
Blessed be the mystery of love

Lord, I no longer believe
Drowned in living waters
Cursed by the love that I received
From my brother's daughter
Like Hephaestion, who died
Alexander's lover
Now my riverbed has dried
Shall I find no other?

Oh, oh whoa whoa is me
I'm running like a plover
Now I'm prone to misery
The birthmark on your shoulder reminds me

How much sorrow can I take?
Blackbird on my shoulder
And what difference does it make
When this love is over?
Shall I sleep within your bed
River of unhappiness
Hold your hands upon my head
Till I breathe my last breath

Oh, oh whoa whoa is me
The last time that you touched me
Oh, will wonders ever cease?
Blessed be the mystery of love
This poes is actually a song by Sufjan Stevens, and I hope this doesn't get copywritten, but I credited the original artist. I just think its a beautiful song, and sounds like a poem, and I love it a lot. I did not write this.

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