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Wyatt 24m
Hugging on my collar,
her scent was stuck on me.
I felt such immense feelings,
like I was brought to life again.
We stared at starlight like
it was something brand new,
but her expression was
all that I needed to have fun.
She took the bad vibes
and absorbed them all,
converting them into
warm breaths on my neck.
I felt at ease, comforted.
She made me feel safe,
I felt happy for once.
She was still hugging,
almost like she knew
what I was missing.
I'm indebted, always.
Max 11h
Just a little poet
Who's always afraid to
Show it.

But then I met you.
Sometimes I was scared to show my poems, but then I met her and she said she was proud of me, and I felt way better:)
Toxic relationships feed our lustful need for love.
Why do we accept the most fake love around just for physical stimulation?
Love is more emotional than physical, but still we choose bodies over souls.

Just as drugs, love is addictive.
More and more use leads to more and more breakage.
Once we're completely spent at the use of fake love do we only start to see the reality.

Yet, we still bypass the urge to consider the soul and continue being a ***** to an urge for temporary happiness.

Without an emotional connection, how do you completely connect with your "loved" one?
Just a physical connection doesn't mean there's a complete connection.

We can't get enough of fake love,
Even though it kills us.
The door to a new world has opened,
you are inside,
one step over ,
my eyes dazzled,
the strange world welcomes me.
with you my side,
i feel each day brand new,
you are Making my heart flutter,
i draw you in my dreams,
i laugh, even i am scared and trembling.
i still don't know lot of things,
show me your world,
show me your heart,
let's start our soul conversation which never ends.
windows open windows closed
water pours out of the sky from the window
cities are melting around me
I sit quietly all somewhere

windows closed windows open
today is a new year
tomorrow is already the first tomorrow
first time opening new curtains

we have been one
long enough for a child,
to grow from cell to a being.
we have a child,
of sorts,
one of soft words and confused memories.
of flowers, and of light.
I pray we will be one,
long enough,
to raise it.
its hard, but i swear we are making it through it.
Picking hearts
is like picking fruits
we like them, ripe
supple and oh so sweet
Soon as I saw you
I began to follow.
Without regard of home,
regardless of how many steps
it took to keep up.
I can't exactly describe what it was.
It just felt natural,
to follow you.
My legs moving twice as fast
This need to fall in love in the palm of your hand.
I felt a sense of need.
An overwhelming sense to bump into your leg until you noticed
This piece of me that felt something was missing.
To follow your every command, be accepted as I am.
For now I am enjoying this stroll.
This trot hoping you'll notice everything I see when I look at you.
What ever you ask of me
My life made whole in a glimpse.
I don't know exactly what it was that made me follow you,
But I am glad I did.
Until I am old and gray.
I will always follow you
She used to dream of a future bright,
He used to dream of ' her ' every night.
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