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redberries Aug 2017
there is not such thing as
falling out of love

It is either
Love
Or
All-the-feelings-mistakened-as-love
SeyiEagle Jun 2017
Everyday I pray she reads the lines.
Everyday I wish for the words of her lips.
Even if it is just a "hi"
I will definitely be pleased.
kylie May 2017
your name would never be just another name
your face would never be just another face
although sometimes people call love a game

i realized i wanted a lifetime of this
for you to see me in white lace
and to hold you in times of times of complete bliss

i cannot thank you for the time we have spent so far
sometimes i am not able to comprehend my love for you so i pace
i knew i was in love with you the moment you stepped out of that black, luxurious car

and wow, we have come so very far.
mi Jun 2017
Falling in love is like
being on
the precipice
of death.
Maybe thats why
they call it falling
in love
because when you
fall,
you don't know
whether you'll survive
or
you'll splat on the ground
and break all your bones.
lil ponder
Valerie May 2017
"Why do you keep coming back to me

If I only hurt you?"

To remind myself why I never want to

fall in love again.
Collins Apr 2017
Falling in Love with you was like drowning in an Ocean.

There came a point when

My lungs stopped screaming.

Panic turned to Peace.

I closed my eyes and there was calm.
J Apr 2017
Not much difference;
Delusions and Euphoria;
Love and Mania
lilac sunsets Apr 2017

his eyes were as blue as the ocean & this is the story of how I got lost at sea.
his happiness was as powerful as a tsunami, washing over everyone and instead of ruining lives he made them better.
his waves were gentle, touching people with his kindness
god, he had so many layers, so many different parts.
no one would ever get down to the bottom, if you were lucky you only got to see 5% of him when there was 95% yet to be discovered
he could be as cold as the ocean in February
Never freezing over and closing off, because well that's not him
But if you dared to stick your toe in, he'd push you right back out, cold.
He could be cold.
he could be as choppy as when you drifted out into sea,
Like the ocean he is beautiful
like the ocean he had so many things that were terrifying.
but he was so gentle
he was so happy
his eyes are as blue as the ocean,
and that's how I'm lost at sea.
him. i talked to him again today and it's not the same, i miss him.
Christine Apr 2017
your eyes were the clearest of blues.
they were beautiful.
bright glowing gems that seemed to pulse,
adorned with the longest lashes
that curled gently towards the sky.
with your eyes closed,
they'd be the asymptotes that
never reached your cheeks.

your eyes were what made me fall in love with you.
all i can remember now
are those brilliant crystalline eyes of yours.
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