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Yuzuko 1h
Love yes but seems to be selfish
One after another trying to take it
Vile and unworthy are we
In the eyes we soon will see
Nothing compares to love
Great love of caring

Care of just that of someone
And the ache in our chest can be soothed
Really we just need to care
Everyone deserves LOVING CARE
It just came to me its a arcostic so it spells out loving care.. please enjoy and leave any comments!!! Everyone seems to get caught up in loving another as bf and gf but don't forget the loving care others can show, the support on your journeys!!!!
Iha May 31
"Have you ever been depressed?"
(she questioned)
Lying on her lap, fingers snap and tap,
Thumbs beat like drums, lost in monochromatic numbs.

"Side effects of the pandemic"
(she laughed)
Teens with their trauma, entwined with karma,
Does depression have one S or two?
Like spelling it right makes it less true.

"Have you ever been depressed?"
(she sighed)
History which couldn't hide, traces left, of what time had dyed,
Echoes of memories, lost, drifting like leaves, forever tossed.

"Sometimes you forget,"
(she softened)
A slurring voice, back in the club's heavy noise,
Not every ache is the dreaded cry, yet what’s the point in asking why?
******* those heels and let the makeup get you by.

"Have you ever been depressed?"
(she cried)
Every laugh's taxed, the smile lines waxed,
Joy's inflation, making me starve, in a world of elation.

"It’s not that deep,"
(she hissed)
You think too much, your coffee's gone cold.
Do I (you) dream, or do I (you) dare?
People wish they had my (your) share.

I'm (You're) fine.
I'm (You're) here.
I'm (You’re) breathing air.

"Have you ever been depressed?"
(silence)
A flatline's ring, a ghostly sting,
No icebergs roam, just foam and loam.

"No one throws the raft you see,"
(she spit)
For a ship that’s sunk, down with a clunk,
Life's a cruel parody, why expect rescue for this tragedy?

Cutting off what's meant to be, such is the selfish strategy.
How i hate those (you's) but still love you is forever a mystery darlin
What of a love unspoken?
A mutual feeling, both parties are too scared to name?
Can it live without a title?
Or will it cause pain if claimed?

What is a love unspoken?
Deep conversations in the dead of night,
The moonlight revealing the man under the bravado.

Something with slight glances,
And smiles,
His words are truth,
A reflection of him,

The best of him,
And his love,
Unspoken,

Where in this moment,
Love is enough for him to give,
And nothing even matters outside the world that we’ve created.

What of our love unspoken?
Are all your actions intentional to keep this sacred thing going?

Can it continue to bloom in secrecy when the world attempts to spoil it?

What of our love unspoken?

Will a title to this unknown love halt the growth of something beautiful?

Will it die as heartbreak, and named?

Left to the wind to rot in silence,
As we pretend that nothing happened with halfhearted, unimpressed glances?

What of this love unspoken?
Untitled but noticed
Simple yet wonderful
And to my knowledge
Final

I know that love is complicated,
But my heart speaks with honesty on this bond formed in secrecy,
It's truth when I say our hearts were destined one day to be,

What of a love unspoken?
A reflection of Tupac's "What of a Love Unspoken?"
Mr. Bag Man,
Let go of your rucksack.

There’s only one carryon the bus will let you carry on,
Those bags will only slow you down,
My hand is here to pull you out,
Of the hurts from the past that haunt you.

Bag man,
You’ll hurt your back like that,
Dragging all those bags behind you.

Pack light.

They’ll only get in your way,
And make moving harder for you.

Mr. Bag man,
All you need is you.

Let me guide you to,
The new place designed for you.

Those bags will crowd you space.
Let go of them at a pace that works for you.

Mr. Bag Man,
Let go of those bags,
You’ll miss your bus like that.

If you can’t hurry up,
She’ll leave you at this stop,
with your stuff,
And you can’t miss this bus,
Another won’t wait for you.

It’ll be hard.
The past can hurt too much,
But let her love guide you.

Mr. Bag Man,
Let it go,
All you need is you,
And her love,
In this new place she’ll take you.
Sometimes the baggage is worse than the hurt itself.
Your love is strange
Cold like winter's darkest nights,
Hot like summer days
Ivan May 16
I live between
killing my lover
and loving my killer
Maria May 4
I want to look into your gentle eyes
And drown in them for days and nights at all!
I miss your eyes, where spring lies close.
I'm sad for them, I'm melancholy whole.

My body's darted with a shiver all at once,
When I begin to think of your strong hands.
I know, you'll never come again, my loving
And I will have only my deepest sense.

I miss your chiselled and your noble profile,
Your captivating and so sensual lips.
I wish I could hand back again even on one day
Your blessed soft voice, just though in my sleeps.
Again about love... 🧡
Thank you for reading this poem!💖
matilde Apr 15
I want to know all of your secrets, the ones you won’t even dare to say out loud because they sit heavy on your chest when you try to speak them.
I want to be the silence you trust, the breath you take before the truth spills out.

I want you to hug me when one of us has to leave,
while the other clings, quietly begging for five more seconds of warmth.

I want you to kiss me, softly on the cheek,
then gently on my forehead,
and slowly, like a promise, on the back of my hand.

I want to hold you close in the kind of silence that says everything.
To rest my head on your shoulder when I’m tired,
to feel your heartbeat through your hoodie.
To make you tea when you’re sick,
and stay up late just to check if you’re breathing better.

I want to love you softly.
And I want you to love me gently.

I want to whisper sweet things in your ear,
to feel your laughter vibrate through your chest when you giggle.
I want to scream from the edge of a cliff that you’re mine;
not like ownership,
but like belonging.
Like coming home.

I want to love you the way songs are written about.

I want to see what your face looks like in the morning,
half-asleep, hair a little messy,
eyes blinking slowly like the day hasn’t quite reached you yet.
I want to kiss your sleepy smile
and press my fingertips to the soft space where your neck meets your shoulder.

I want to sit next to you in quiet cafés,
legs tangled under the table,
your hand brushing mine just because it wants to.

I want to listen to you talk about things you love,
even if I don’t understand them.
I want to watch your eyes light up and fall for you all over again
just because of how much you care.

I want to argue with you about the silliest things, and then I want to make up by kissing you on the nose
and watching you try not to smile.

I want to miss you when you’re gone,
the kind of missing that wraps around my chest like a ribbon,
reminding me that love stretches across distance.

I want to lie next to you on a rainy afternoon,
your chest rising and falling under my cheek,
while the world outside slows down
and we forget what time is.

I want to do everything with you,
but I also want to do nothing with you.

I want to love you in a way that never asks for perfection,
only presence.

I want to see you.
All of you.
And I want you to let me.

And finally,
I want you.
Elaina Apr 2
Loving
Lovable
and
Loved
Look in a mirror and read this....
Just love me for the differences.
No matter what the difference is,
In times of rain,
Or times of pain,
No matter what the issue is.

Love me like a kid loves cake,
Or clouds love rain,
Or how biggie loves T bone steak, cheese, eggs and Welch’s grapes,

Love me like Martin loves Gina,
How Polo G love Piano in his beats
Be so real,
Be the truth,

Love me like candy rain
And let me be so into you.
Let me be your Brown Sugar,
And you be my baby boo.
Like Love Jones,
Poetic Justice,
Let me be the Mj to,
Your Peter Parker

Love me through the multiverse,
or every timeline in the universe

Love me correctly,
Love me gently,
Love through the beauty and the struggle,

Like Corinthians 13:4-7
With kindness, patience.
Trusting and never failing.

Love me through the ugly and the pretty.
On my worst days when things seem dreary.
Love me even when things get complicated,
In times when it’s easier to stream PND and get kinda faded.
When struggle consumes love and we’re just irritated.
Despite it all let our love stay unshaken.

Just love me through the differences.
No matter what the difference is,
Because love is an art that’ll never reach perfection.
The imperfections of affection is what makes it authentic,
So just love me like this poem,
Hard hitting and genuine.
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