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kiran goswami Jun 2020
He enjoys listening to me,
but hardly understands or believes
what I tell him.
I think for him,
I am nothing but mythology.
kiran goswami Jun 2020
If the twinkling of stars could have created a sound,
Your voice would have been the one.
kiran goswami Jun 2020
He speaks words
that melts my heart
like the fire burning in a Christmas furnace
which releases hope in every spark.

He speaks words
that dance together
on the music of his heartbeat,
on the stage of mt heart.
So with every word he speaks,
I come alive.

He speaks words that spark joy
like the firecrackers on a black windy night.
like the daffodils, Wordsworth talked about.
So every time he speaks
my heart does not skip a beat
But rather doubles it.

He speaks words
that I have never heard
Like the retro songs, no one recalls
And are yer loved by all.
So nostalgia makes me sing his words.

He speaks words
that I like to hear
as a morning song or night tale.
So when he speaks I sink in his stories
of how he wants us to be.

He speaks words
that kiss each other
with love in the consonants
and passion in every vowel
Just like how he kissed me
when I told him I love him.

He speaks words
that belongs to me
Every sentence he speaks
I call mine,
like every inch of his body.

He speaks words
that have poems written on them.
Written but never read.
So every word he speaks
I keep in my heart
like I do to him.
luciana Jun 2020
couple of visions
manifest themselves
now and then.
crowding my mind
of what could
have been.
none of it's
fair for they
taunt me.
was it my
fault? i start
to agree.
i am cornered
by my thoughts.
stupid girl.
the sad thing
is that i
doubt you
ever spare time
to think of
me too.
or if you
feel this way
at night
looking back if
any of it
felt right.
Terry S Cabrera Jun 2020
If you suddenly bumped at him
along the way,
Please don't turn your back,
Don't look away.
For years of loving him,
I have only been
stealing glances,
staring
when he is busy laughing
with his friends
or when he is talking
with the girl he admires.
But to you who will love him,
stare all you want
like as if you'll never get tired.
I'm sure he'll love that.

He cracks jokes
when some funny words
can be used as puns.
Laugh for him
if the joke is funny
and laugh at him
if it's nothing but corny.
Love him still
even at his funniest
or corniest moment.
I'm sure he just wants to see
and make you laugh.

He loves to draw
and that
will make you
love him more.
Don't envy other girls
if you see their faces
painted on his canvass.
Your face has already been etched
on his sketchpad,
some has been laminated,
some in picture frames.
But I am sure,
more than those arts,
you have already been sketched,
painted and etched
in his heart.

He can be a poet.
It will give you warmth
when you read your love story
written in his poetry.
Write for him,
don't mind the rhymes,
just write
what your heart wants.
Make your I love yous
a poetry
and he will drown you
with his I love you, too.

To the woman of his future,
he gets tired sometimes
but don't give him up.
Rest with him
and be his home.

Love his every imperfection.
He is flawed but he doesn't mind.
So love him no matter what.

To the woman of his future,
let me be with him for a while.
Just in this present times,
even just in this short now.

The woman of his future,
I hope it's me
so for a lifetime,
I have him
to call mine.

© Tres
mica Jun 2020
why do dreams feel real?
his lips still linger on mine
i woke up and smiled
tia Jun 2020
sing to me,
saccharine child of the moon.
a song of a lullaby
as sweet as your voice.

sing to me,
of a melody that will take me
high up the empyrean,
through the illimitable
cotton candy clouds;
where i am welcomed by
a dancing show of comets.

and by the memory of your voice
lulling me to cloud nine,
i shall tell the clusters of stars
all about you;

about you
who cried to the sky.
Allyssa Jun 2020
Because the smell of the candle reminds me of the way we fell asleep in each others arms.
Because we went to the store to pick out something together,
Nothing too huge,
Nothing too light,
Something that continues to haunt me.
I bought the candle again to remind me of the times I had you.
I bought the candle again to sleep in your t-shirt and hug my pillow close.
I no longer sleep in your arms,
But I continue smelling the candle that steadily
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And I cannot stop feeling your presence just when I'm about to drift off,
Smelling your shampoo,
While I slip into a deep sleep,
Only to see you in my dreams.
I wanna move on but I don't know how.
lua Jun 2020
he tilted his head up towards the sky
to breathe out a laugh
as my heart stung
and twinged
in my chest
and my ears rung
with the chocolate
velvety tone of his voice
but as sweet as it sound
a bitter aftertaste lingers
for a
rather
long time.
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