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Austin Mizelle Jan 2019
I may not be your
First date.
I may not be your
First hug.
I may not be your
First hand to hold.
I may not be your
First kiss.
I may not be your
First set of eyes to stare into
I may not be your
First person to call up at midnight.
I may not be your
First shoulder to cry on.
I may not even be your
First choice.
But I want to be your
Last everything.
The world stops for a moment when I touch her, and suddenly everything is okay again.
LearnfromBOBD Jan 2019
Love is crazy.
Love is meaningless.
You felt the feelings,
So ****’ Am bless.
Tell me you ain’t blind,
Cos you ain’t seeing me either.
Oh you really are mine,  
I will love you forever.
Don’t judge through a book
You could actually be mine
Now that you are my boo boo
We do gon’ be fine  
Yo tears are important than your smiles.
Yo smile can be giving to any one,
Tears are only for people you don’t want to lose.
That’s shows the definition of real love.
All the trials we gon faced,
every obstacles in our way,
God has flowered’ in our days.
Real love is by his grace.
Real Love worth dying for,
Real Love don’t care.
Love you more and sure,
Real Love don’t fear.
Real love is of no limit no boundaries
Real love hurt, it no pain, no gain
Masha Yurkevich Jan 2019
Our
best teacher
is our
last
mistake.
Poetic T Jan 2019
We are only a
                moment.

A breath fading
     from its inception

But let every
             subsequent action
             mean more than the last.
Everything I will ever
Read will always be about you
Anything I see will always be
Similar to you
The boys after you will
Only pale in comparison

Before I met you  
Real feelings were a myth
Obviously, these could be faux
Whatever the case might be
Nobody will ever make me feel
       the way you do.
hopefully everyone gets this. this is the last poem in my sunshine collection so heres a short summary, This is a collection of poems wrote over the period of time a loved one was away. This is meant to show them my appreciation of them, I really hope they enjoy.
I saw the story of creation unfold before my face,
voices of masses screaming vows before the lord.

like the last meal, this is how the end began.

With words like stones exchanged between families in a divorce court.
Maxim Keyfman Dec 2018
here and the last poem began to play
here is the last time I write this year
here's the last message is sent
farther farther on the road beautiful

go last lights go last love
go last words and feelings go
last ships farther farther farther
on the way beautiful and all around the snow and rain and heat

and cold and all under the bright bright sun under
cold cold stone
I go here and on I go on foot
and this moment will last forever and always and forever

31.12.18
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