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Faith Dec 2019
Maybe all those closed doors

Maybe all those broken hearts

Maybe all those questioning why's

Are what lead me straight to you
I've written a lot of love poems, but this is the first one I have hope in.
solana Oct 2019
i stand here
in this room of cement
dreaming to be on the outside.

though, this dream is mercurial.

i can see the outside, through the one thing in the room.
a stained glass window.

it's colors clashing and colliding, to form the most beautiful picture
and suddenly,

my dream doesn't seem as important.

as the light shines through, the colors coat the room with warmth and beauty.

i've only one thing keeping me from my dream

something so fragile and so elegant, yet has the strongest hold on me.

i've only one thing keeping me from my dream

and yet,

i can't bring myself to destroy it.
kinda proud of this ngl
Nina McNally Dec 2019
Maybe this world is dead
And we are all in hell.... Maybe this is a
Yesteryear or another reality...?
Because this doesn't feel right,
Everyday feels like we're less human and

Yet humanity never seizes to surprise me.
Each day it seems like and awful tragic
Situations happens..... .....Be Kind. <3
Copyright; 2019
McNally/Flanders, Inc.
Tiltel from Fitz and the Tantrums
Angela Rose Nov 2019
Maybe he’s just nice

Maybe he talks to everyone in that way
Maybe he always shares eye contact for far too long with everyone he speaks to
Maybe he discusses these little details with anyone who will listen

Or maybe it’s just me

Maybe I have made myself too approachable and too friendly
Maybe I have been creating these scenarios in my head all along
Maybe I talk far too much and he is staring at me telling me to shut the **** up

Or maybe he’s just nice
or maybe not ?
maria Nov 2019
we are each others favourites;
no one talks first
no one talks last
but somehow
somewhere in the middle
we find each other;
maybe that's fine
written on November 22, 2019
Mari Nov 2019
Am I losing my strength?
                   Or
Are they getting stronger?
Or maybe both.
Random Guy Nov 2019
you're

always on my mind
when I look back on the memories
of us
what ifs

always on my mouth
when I murmur words
to myself
what ifs

always on my fingers
when I type these words
for you
what ifs

always on my eyes
when I read all your poems
for me
what ifs

always will be in my heart
like a permanent vein
carrying blood
reminding me
that you're always be my maybe
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