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Mateo Mar 2019
It took just one look
To get me completely hooked.
Our eyes met for just a second
And both our smiles broadened.
Your face had me lost in a maze
I thought I solved it, but I was still dazed.
Nothing in this world could compare
To how amazing it was to stare.
Except when you came up to me
I felt completely free.
This poem is dedicated to the most beautiful girl in the world.
Jolan Lade Mar 2019
When my eyes look at you
My heart turns to me and shooks
Tells me you are on my pages
The óne in my books
Just really "a lot in love"
Matthew Mar 2019
Look at me
I have a dream
to see the stars
and hear the trees

Look at me
I'm so naive
to be this far
yet not retrieve

Look at me
I'm in tears;
pain too much
for ****** ears.

Look at me
my spotlight gone
from my heart
another dawn.
UHGHJBU
Asominate Mar 2019
They’re always watching, following me
I can feel their presence everywhere I go
I tried to listen to them, I felt them calling me
So I welcomed them in and let me go
c Mar 2019
I saw you watching me
From across the room
So I took a deep breath
And smiled at someone new
Finally your good look
Made me jealous
Luna Maria Feb 2019
from the way you look at me
like dreams can come true
I know you fell immediately
just as I did for you.
last night we fell in love.
Aspen Welsch Feb 2019
See
When you snap a dry twig
you'll find a star inside.
White within beige in brown bark.
No, really. Have you ever looked?
Helicopter seeds have waxed, peel-able layers.
Dandelions have bumps, fossa, tails.
Pick them. Find the white sap oozing out.
Did you ever roll a bug?
Did you ever see another's fluorescent glow?
Remove an acorn hat next fall.
Remember that creamy, perfect nugget and roll
it over in your fingers. Pretend you're a squirrel.
Examine butterfly dust under the microscope
of your spring season soul.
Fold a thick line of crab grass between two thumbs.
Listen to your music, composer.
Where do ants get their perfectly identical pebbles?
Stacked so professionally into tiny, *****, domes.
Have you ever looked?
Alek Mielnikow Feb 2019
One can always tell
How the day will go
By whether one can
Look oneself in the
Mirror

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Aleksander Mielnikow (Alek the Poet)
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