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s Jun 1
My hand has been asking for yours.

It’s hard to hide the love in my gaze;
snapping towards your direction
as your laughter sets me ablaze.

It’s hard to hide the need to touch;
my fingers twitch on reflex,
only to find something else to clutch.

My hand has been asking for yours.
This is tough
Allesha Eman Jun 10
You have always given me enough space
For my laughter to stretch it's healing bones
I don't have much in the corners where I reside
Besides enough room in this soul of mine
For the both of us to sit and recline

I don't have much space in this beating heart
It's still under repairs and renovations
But I will find a way to stretch it thin
To let it's shadow cast over you
And shield you from the glaring sun

From whatever remains..
Daivik Jun 8
You are entitled to your opinions
And we are entitled to not giving a f..k
I ordered chicken at a restaurant yesterday,instead they gave me duck

I really want to leave this town
On my face i wear a tired frown
Let me tell you the story of the boy who wore gowns
He died

Love is at every corner
Especially if you have money
I love bees,but I hate their honey
The day is rather cloudy ,i hope the night will be sunny
I'm so funny

My imaginary girlfriend
She died in a car crash
Which reminds
I just have no cash
I'm so not funny
But I do want your money

Thank you for wasting your time
I don't care,I'm a hare
I really don't care
Ok
I care
Debbie Lydon May 29
He became infant prescience,
He had to go so far ahead of me,
A strange and whispering comfort that brings,
One who was one with me in our growing,
Knew or still knows the bird that never sings.

Many times I had wondered, when in my loneliness,
If it could be that he still exists somewhere,
Only a question without perpendicular relief,
But perhaps it is possible that he still laughs,
Because he still resides in my question and belief.

I feel my closing drawing closer,
I feel it will be soon that I could meet him in my dreams,
So separate for so long, and our reunion means ceasing,
Our hearts once played their percussion together, and when mine stops we can meet in new grieving.
s Mar 4
The moment those three words left his lips,
my chest nearly imploded from sudden bliss.

I couldn’t help but laugh, and let the tears fall.
Who knew? I had been searching for him, after all.
vanessa marie Feb 20
im addicted to you
to your laugh and your smiles
your "i havent seen you around in a while" 's
and i've made most of it up in my mind anyway
i romanticize the little things
like your bedroom and the way your t shirt clings
i can see our future so clearly its scary
its not happily ever after by any means
but its enough for now
its enough for us in our teens
Zoe Mae Feb 6
Streetlight
Or spotlight
Let's dance
This night

Mosquitos
Or maestro
We can
Disco

Cha Cha?
Oh, na na
I'd rather
Lambada

Slow dance?
Oh, no chance
It's simply
A love trance
Realize Hello Poetry made this public before I wanted it to. Anyone who has to see it again, just ignore it like most people do.
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