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And to a sinking story; desperately trying to find its depth –
when two people walk together in love, would they at least
share their story with others, of those important first steps?
But would you build shopping carts in the market place of love –
going round, and round, till we crash into the boundary walls
like excited go-karts?

Wouldn’t you make good butter kisses, that slip off the cheek –
telling me that you fight to speak up for yourself; owning up
to that bruised lip. I’ve heard pots, and pans being hit all over
town; those shelving love, and hoping shame doesn’t fall down.
But the pots have gone cold; like no one has been around – but
when your glass eyes fall down, would you hear their emptiness
in that cold sound?

Of course, she tells all her friends that she still keeps in touch,
and never that she misses his touch. They don’t talk that much;
but find it in good taste to ask about the other’s mum. “I hope she’s
not doing too much. Does she still think about me being her son?”

****, love can be really much, breakups a bit too rough –
but in the growing pains of it, we learn to finally grow up!
Heartbreak is not sudden, not swift,
no clean cut, no mercy of final breath,
just a slow unraveling,
a body left breathing when the soul has fled.

The air turns to tar in my lungs,
each breath a memory I can’t exhale.
My ribs are a coffin for the love we buried,
but it still whispers beneath the wood.

The sun keeps rising, indifferent,
mocking my sleepless nights,
and time, that cruel undertaker,
refuses to lay me to rest.

Hunger comes, but I let it pass,
an empty stomach suits an empty heart.
Food turns to dust on my tongue,
nothing tastes like it used to.

I walk among the living, unseen,
a ghost with no death to grieve,
a heart still beating in a hollow chest,
wishing for silence, but cursed to bleed.
Starla 2h
overflowing, my heart, a torrential tide,
Words falter, emotions I cannot confide.
To love so fiercely, yet know it will not stay,
A cruel, aching truth that will not go away.

my heart, unbridled, runs wild toward you,
defying my reason, defying what is true.
each offering of love met with barren air,
An endless void, a silence unfair.

I cry out, scream, a battle in vain,
fighting shadows absorbing the pain.
the emptiness grows, a consuming abyss,
feeding on love, on moments I miss.

oh, how I long for your warmth, your care,
but the universe answers with desolate stares.
this love is a tether, a soul bound chain,
a curse unbroken, a beautiful pain.

to love this deeply is to burn and bleed,
to nurture a flower that turns to a ****.
yet still, I cling to the ghost of your name,
bound by the fire, consumed by the flame.

a love so eternal , a wound so profound,
a curse the echoes, no solace found.
but in this despair, a paradox lies,
for even in ruin, my heart cannot disguise.

So I bear this torment, this ache, this fight,

A beacon of love in an endless night.

For though it destroys, it is a truth I can not flee:

Loving you deeply is the curse that is me.
Zywa 3h
The wash turns and hums
It sounds content
No birds, quiet
as in a dream

You got up early, I know
how you unfold a shirt
pull it over and enjoy
the cool fabric

...I don't feel like
...getting dressed yet, wait
...at the kitchen counter

...until the tea is brewed
...then I fold your clothes
...very precisely and lay them
...in the closet. What shall I

...cook for you tonight
...and what shall I wear?
...First something warm
...to do the grocery shopping
Collection "More"
Zywa 3h
Love mirrors itself

to and fro, ever growing-


on its hidden force.
For Dory dK

Collection "More"
If I could
love you more
today than yesterday,
I will, but still
it seems impossible
'cause in my heart
I've loved you
more than
anything
always.
My First Love.
Coliwe 5h
A villain I made you out to be
But the truth is what I failed to see
Rather hear 'cause repeatedly you didn't fail to say
But I guess I didn't want to see it that way

I played a part in your unjust blame,
Now remorse holds me, drowning me in shame
A human you are—not demon nor saint,
Not a battle to win, so I yield in restraint

Open my eyes, I shall finally do
I'm tired of lies that I disguised as you
I can silence my cries and let go of you
Finally my eyes are open, now I can say goodbye to you
"To You in November"

Look at the stretches of the sky,
Look into the tiny pores of the falling rain.
The wind blows—cold and calm.
Where, between you and me, do our questions linger?

Defta, what role do you play in my life?
Rama, don’t make things complicated for me.
Defta, are we on the same page?
Rama, don’t let me down!

Love is sometimes complicated when you’re unprepared.
Love is sometimes sweet when both are ready.
Love is two souls meeting in a church.
Love is Defta and Rama, finally confessing everything.

Defta, every day, I almost know your whereabouts—
The path you take home,
The hospital where you find your strength,
Your home, the coziest place when you are weary.

Come closer to me.
Let’s talk about your burdens.
Isn’t sharing the weight a beautiful thing?
If you feel comfortable, make it real.

My love is etched in every gaze I give you,
Making me better with every breath I take.
My essence is loving you more than in those past days.
From the moment you first arrived, I loved you.

"My November blossoms with the feelings I have for you".

I have found Deogifta—God’s Gift.

Deogifta Graciani Lailossa🌻.
The poem depicts an emotional journey from the initial complexities and uncertainties of love to a place where hope, transformation, and everlasting connection take root.
He asked if I ever thought he'd inspire a poem.
I replied, there are only two ways:
break my heart
or put it back together again.
"Forgive me if I am rarely by your side".

This is who I am, I have my limits.
Sometimes, I regret not being able to join.
I chose my own world
Instead of getting to know you better back then.

Hey, sweet lady, forgive this man.
I should have come and been there
When you invited me to join.
But I chose to avoid you—because I was afraid.

We only met after the youth service,
On Saturdays, on Sundays—that was all.
The only chance I had
To touch your hand and enjoy your smile.

This poem makes me understand
The feelings within a moment of life,
That, in the end, you cannot choose
Who you fall in love with.

And now, I am cherishing it,
Growing even closer to you.
Don't go, stay here with me—
Maybe just for a while, but if you wish…

"Stay with me forever".

I have found Deogifta—God’s Gift.

Deogifta Graciani Lailossa🌻.
The writer realizes that in the past, they often distanced themselves and were not present for someone who actually meant a lot to them.
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