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Viona Lauren Mar 2020
walking down
the lane,
i remember how
you whispered
those three
mesmerizing words,
into my ears
and i hugged you
under the streetlights,
making it
the most beautiful day
of my life.
that day
of November,
my happiness
overflowed
beyond the seams,
i danced and cried,
for the one i loved,
loved me back.
and i wish you had
it in you,
to love me still;  
the way you said
you loved me
on that beautiful
day in November.

©️Written by Viona Lauren 2020
vanessa ann Mar 2020
sorry, did i stutter too much?
i hope you don’t mind.
it’s just that i’m scared my heart will fall out of my guts
if i keep talking to you like this

because how do you say i love you without saying i love you?
“i miss you” is too general to be perceived as anything but platonic, isn’t it?
but “you matter to me” is too personal for my comfort,
and “you are my world” might just be too much
for the both of us

it’s not like i’m in love with you or anything,
i just think it’d be nice to feel your heart beating
against mine.
—but if the universe aligns...
Sunstrike Mar 2020
If the world is ending, you come over right?
Mahogany Ree Mar 2020
when i miss you
i miss you
and when i need you
i need you
even if i don’t say so . . .
Unto the universe.

When beliefs are all you have
they become of you.

All I have left
is time.
No longer than I
basil Mar 2020
i've run out
of ways to say:
i miss you
i need you
here
Sunstrike Mar 2020
It turns out everything into a chaos.

People are forbidden from return to their family.

My flight are cancelling and I was command to stay.

I'll be staying right here, miles away from my parents.

I wish I could hug them but I can't.

I wish I could hug them without having any possibilities being contaminate.

How long do we have to be this far?
How long do we need this social distancing?

Please, bring me home. That's all I ask.
iAmNotUramaki Mar 2020
im free
im free from your chains and demands

but why do i feel hallow
what did you do to me?

everyone is a blur
and my mind works mechanically like clockwork

i end up reading our messages
i end up conjuring your scent

my mind draws places we've been on sketchpads
and my eyes look for the shade of your eyes

i wake up to the illusion of your arms around mine
and my lips tickle from lips that aren't there anymore

my mind is racing because there's no one to talk to
there's no one as interesting as you

what have you done to me?
why do i want to be your victim again?
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