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j Feb 2019
It's good reminiscing every night
Remember the good times we had
It became my habit, looking back to our yesterday
It's just a happy memory

I feel the other way tonight
I realized something
Asked myself
"What if you're just being forced by the idea of my love?"

Maybe our ideas of love won't just click
If we still continue this, we'll be sick
I love you, I want reasons to stay
I hope you still feel the same way.




--jeannery a.




What if you're just being forced by the idea of my love? What if I'm just forcing you to love me more when you can't? Honey, help me. Those what if's are slowly killing.
Colm Feb 2019
It can pierce a veil of darkness
Unravel like the extension of an arm
And seep, deep into folds of the extreme
Coloring the simple walls of where we've already been
And in your eyes I can see it still
Like the warming sentiments of summer
As the winter ground reflects it all around
Because inside is where the light bends
And without break it begins a sound
Did you ever notice? The way light means more than it did all day long.
Amanda Kay Burke Feb 2019
I miss the person I was with you..
More than I miss YOU.
You made me want to be a better person and always strive to be better
Colm Feb 2019
It’s not about romanticizing the failure
But realizing the redundancy
The struggle to be thankful and kind
In a world full of fleeting feelings blind

Mind you

Encouragement often flees from truth
And the staying therein of proof
Is what's easier said than done
Not to mention most often true
Originally titled Weary Wide Eyes...

Why I'm not sure.
Colm Feb 2019
The self says no
You cannot be
All that you once we're never me

Albeit truth past all within
There is also future time yet spent
To be more than all that has ever been

So move yourself
Til you you move again
Before the self can find it's voice and then

Would you tell yourself
You must
You can
Lol
OTP Jan 2019
With you, I try my best
'Cause you mean more than the rest
To keep you with me is my quest
So I fight and put up my chest
In my heart, you're my main guest
And every time I see you it's a fest
God, I swear I'm blessed.
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Poetic T Jan 2019
Minimalistic ventures
  are more
full of meaning.

Than a room
full of
            false possessions.
I just need to be more creative
Have one thought that clicks in everybody's mind
Something  that makes me more special than the rest;
Something that inspires,
That requires those who read it to sit and ponder.
A stir in the air that shipwrecks your mind
On the island of my imagination.
I just need something more.

But what for?
The clicks and the views,
The stars in the night sky
Or the "i love you" (s)
O' nothing that really matters anymore
Writing at a time when i should be asleep, probably going to wake up to this trash
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