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Àŧùl Jun 2017
I knew not what love is,
That was,
Before I had met you.

I knew not what caring is,
That was,
Before I did care for you.

I knew not what feeling is,
That was,
Until you kissed me.

I knew not what lust is,
That was,
Until I kissed you.

Yes, I have always missed you,
And now,
I don't feel like loving anyone else.
My HP Poem #1603
©Atul Kaushal
Allyssa Jun 2017
Hello!
I am really energetic and I am caring and funny, I love to socialize with everybody. Yes I talk a lot only because I am excited to meet you and my energy is a bit much but you'll get used to it!

Hello.
Yes I am, still smiling and I feel great! Yeah haha only a scratch, how was your day? No don't worry about mine, I'm glad you had a great day. Talk to me more, I'm happy you're talking to me.

Hey.
Everything's fine. No I'm just tired, yes I'm fine. Haha, yeah, I just have a little headache, no need to worry about me. I'm sorry. No I just felt like saying sorry. Enough about me, how are you? Things going good? Please talk to me.

Hi.
We haven't spoken much, are you okay? No, I'm... yeah, I'm fine. Everything's going good. I wish we were closer. No I don't want something more, I just.. haha yeah I'm just kidding. We're okay. You have to go? Oh, I'll talk to you whenever, then. I'll be here if you need me.

Yeah.
I'm here, what do you need? Oh.. well if you must, it's okay. Yeah I'm fine with that, I'm fine. I'm okay, I just want to keep you happy, keep you here. No, I know you're not going anywhere, how silly of me to think of you to go. Oh? You do? Well, thanks, for letting me make you happy, anything I can do to help you.

...please talk to me.

Why won't you talk to me?

Did I do something to you?

I let you use me for your own happiness. Were you just in it to get what you wanted? Please, you told me you enjoyed my company, come back.

Yeah... haven't talked to you in a while. What's up? Oh? Yeah, I'm here if you need to satisfy yourself again. No it's fine, as long as I just get to spend some time with you.

...

Thanks for leaving me. I'm happy you got to use me for as long as you did, I really like you, you know. If using me meant that you could hang around even just for a second longer, please.
I'm in love with you
but
You're in love with them.
Thanks for smiling at me.
Star BG Jun 2017
With cuff in sleeve the suit is complete,
setting moment for handsome to take center stage.
His fancy form steps in view,
of a pretty one dressed in glamor
looking for future bow.

A smile ensues and magic
tickles behind eyes,
inside dreams,
within a hello whisper.

Dancing steps bring forms together
as phases attached to laughter opening hearts.

Much in common is found while talk continues
under a full moons presence.

Cupped hands begin to gravitate in moments
as night progresses inside celebration energies.

Good food, and great
conversations builds for
a night kiss to find two lips
that seals their fate.

The rest is history,
as next year their turn is taken to tie knot.
To become another marriage statistic
of love birds who fly coop.
Fly in harmony
as wedding field makes way for others to meet.

StarBG © 2017
first poem of the day for one called Star Blossom
Apoorva May 2017
You know my friend
I met a man last night
He was alone like me
Had the same cerise eyes
With a shallow heart he smiled
I asked, how you doing man?
Have you found a way yet?
To which he obliged
'No, man but have you?'
.
He was like my shadow
I despised him profoundly
I couldn't look him in the eye
He too sold his soul long ago
And traded his ideals to fit in
It was scary, my friend
Just his presence there
Chilled me to the bones
And i wanted to run away
.
'Are you okay?' he asked
With a haunting smile
I didn't know the answer
So again I lied to him
'Yes I'm fine and happy'
To which he looked surprised
And then disappeared in a mist
And I never saw him again
I wonder who was he, you know
Guess who was that man.
kelsey bowen May 2017
i met my soul mate last night
he introduced himself as the perfect mix of drunk and high
a crumpled cigarette hung loosely between his lips 
as he intoxicatedly fingered his lighter
i gently replaced his hands with my own
lighting the cigarette with the flick of my thumb
"a beautiful girl who lights my cigarettes?
 they said death would come slow 
 but they didn't say it would come
 with you."
Wendell A Brown May 2017
Why is it each time I see you
I fall in love all over again
Why is it when I embrace you
Loves fires will begin again

Why is it each time I kiss you
I want to hold you much more
Why is it when I'm near to you
Of one thought I am quite sure

I need you like the grass the rain
Or the sky above the soft clouds
For without your love in my life
I would not know what loves about

I only know each moment I see you
I will fall in love all over again
And when I reach out to touch you
The flames of love will still begin.
Buddy T Apr 2017
and just as fate should have it
we can never be
just meeting on a road we walked
side by side for so long
for it to divert
all too soon

the first mile
the second and the third
I miss seeing you by my side
we really had to say goodbye
all too soon
but it's not like
you would care
do you?
would you?
if I asked?

and I will
never see you again
probably
after a while;
will I forget?

will you let me
hold your hand for
the first time
and the last

and how would you respond
if I told you
that I loved you
would you
have anything to say?
anything at all?
K Balachandran Mar 2017
A fleeting face to face,
serendipitous,
on a humid tropical evening,
was the first time;
it felt like a shower.

But our probing  eyes
must have known better,
they curtly demanded
one more quick look
as we passed
each other;
we were obedience personified!

Then eyes met eyes
many times by chance.
Two birds of passage
found themselves
preening feathers
on the branches of the same tree
chosen in an impulse,
proved so right!

You sit with your crowd
on the side of a long step
one on the flight to the cinema
a favourite spot I learn, later.
The arrow from your eyes
hit it's gleaming point where it should
with such sweet force
as I come down the steps
and I become  a falling feather.

At the shadow of the book shelf
I find you , a pigeon soft  
sitting at the table across me,
making our lonely hearts
speak in the eloquence
of loud thumps
in enforced silence.

But the true meeting
did happen in between--
in that expanding space
of sweet, sweet silence
within us blowing trumpets!

Your eyes were the keys
to open the door to that chamber,
through the keyhole of my heart,
love bled copiously from that impact,
like nectar, which I was
tasting for the first time ever.
Are you aware what happens in course of heart's flight to it's pair
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