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LC Apr 2020
when she talks to him,
her words run together.
her heart sings a love song,
eyes glowing with the truth.
#escapril day 14!
tia Apr 2020
what i would tell you about the posies
that gather around
when they overhear my voice
calling out your name,
none would say the same.

for them,
caroused near the streams
that few perennials are but discerned;
springtime only passes by,
and then they are gone.

but how are they able to suss as such?
when these rosebuds
unlatch themselves
only when you are here?
Radhica Kumar Apr 2020
Surely you won’t know this but I remember you in the smallest things.
I remember those eyes of yours by the silhouette rays of the sun outside.
I remember your oddness by the tapping feet of a friend beside.
I remember your silly jokes by the quirky laugh of the class.
I remember you wearing your glasses by the blurring faces of those wearing the same item.
I remember that child-like face of yours whenever I’d see the cutest kids in the streets.
And in those streets I’d imagine us walking together.
Hand in hand,
Your smile to mine,
As the wind comes we’d move closer as if we wouldn’t want to let go of each other.
Surely you won’t know this but it always creeps in, such thoughts of you.
Written in the year of 2017
LC Apr 2020
she becomes a cherry blossom -
blushing, shy smiles,
bursting with life.
her petals soak up the sun,
leaves hungry for more -
whenever she's with him.
#escapril day 14!
sankavi Apr 2020
I hate you, I hate you so ******* much
but somehow,
you're the only person who can make me smile so bright
the only person who I can just sit there quietly on call with
the only person who's jokes I actually find funny
I hate you so **** much, but somewhere along the lines I started loving you too and I really,
really wish I didn't
Deanna Apr 2020
Your loving words
lightly touch my soul
like butterfly wings
healing all the wounds
that are hidden inside
Broken Pieces Apr 2020
The best work of art,
Would be the once full of heart.
The best piece I see,
It's the one that can't break free.
The one with little glory,
You can see is telling a story.
I can see it in you,
The different kind of view.
I wish you could know how much I cared,
But I'm not sure you were prepared.
I sit here and wait,
Wondering what is beyond your gate.
Wanting to understand a persons mind is a scary thing.
Sameera Krishna Apr 2020
she never known anything other than love.
for her,
love is too an art
for her,
love is a million metaphors.
she is an artist.
and her art is to love.
Nidhi Apr 2020
The difference between lust and love is big
love is when he wraps your hands around your waist
love is when he knows when you are lying
love is when he refuse to let you wake up in the middle of the night to go ***... he just wants to hold your hand
love is when he knows every tear rolling down your face has a story that needs to be left with a happy ending
love is when he notices you are wearing a new shirt you bought
love is when he chooses you over everything
you see lust is different
lust is when he craves your curves
lust is when he craves  your wealth
lust is when he craves the attention he gets from just being with you
you see lust leaves to ashes when he notices you have grey hairs
love can last for a life time
love makes him want to stay with you till you are old
🥰
Coleen Mzarriz Apr 2020
Stars are meant to find us — it follows our every step
together with the strings attached;
we were meant for more.

Stars are the happiest when it is night,
moon's shadow
makes it more
beautiful than ever.

I shivered when you touched my hair — I drew invisible maps
in your palm,
this is our little secret.

If the seas separated us
and crowd's demeaning noise — these stars were meant to find us,
these maps will draw you near to me.

Stars are the happiest when it is night,
moon's shadow
makes it more
beautiful than ever.

Your hands brushed mine — for the last time
cherishing a few moments — every minute is important.

I kissed your forehead and my eyelids closed — while your body vanishes in front of me — until it left me hugging myself in the crisp night of December.

Alone in this dear night
promising me an empty tomorrow — maybe it will lead me to something hopeful.

Stars are the happiest when it is night,
moon's shadow
makes it more
beautiful than ever.

I turned around — only my footsteps can break the silence — into the last bitter night of December.
These maps will bring you to me.

Until we meet again.
Writing this makes my heart realize my worth as a woman.
We'll keep waiting until, he find us.
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