I will never not be amazed
Of how magical it is
To love you.

Without a doubt
You are the one
Who keeps me coming
And coming
Until I reached it.

You keep me alive
You help me stand
You ******* guide me
Even without your knowledge

That is how
Powerful
You are
To me

I made this poem
(Or just a flowery letter)
To say
How madly in love I am
With you

I’ll never
promise you
forever,
because
forever
was when
i was with
her.

You’re not here to hold us any longer,
But that does not mean you’re not here.
You are, and will always remain,
Deep in our hearts.
And in every breath we take,
we will remember you.
Because you gave us life,
You were our life.
So don't think for one moment,
That we will ever forget
The times and the memories
That you gave to us
To treasure and cherish
Within our souls
For forever and eternity.
You're not here to hold us any longer,
But we will never forget...you.

Is see their ghost again
Silhouttes of past love lost
They are my floating sins

A reminder that I once wore a grin
The smile I wear now is truly paper thin
A forced happiness
Equivalent to a faked second skin

The light in my heart is set to dim
It's sizzling cinders
My future look burned, to ash it has turned
This undead feeling singed to my soul within

Do i sink or swim
Questions refuse to be answered
It's got my tail in a spin

Why can't I just live on a whim

Forget all these toxic feelings
Just pack up and run

Start a new life
Holding hands with the sun

That future seem bright

The truth is, I'm build never to give in
So I'll fight till the death
Till I have life pinned to the floor
Ready to rip of a limb
Looking into my determined eyes, no matter which ghost you throw at me
You will realize that I win.

I didn't hear what you said
But that smile
That smile makes it so easy for me
To drown in a feeling never to come true

In a weird way, I'm okay
In a normal way, I've never been okay

good poetry, good poets:

you are all so o v e r confident

“ceaseless, your poetry will never cease”

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but the heart, the engine, the brain,
even the decrepitating body,
gives many visible warnings,
we can be done in so easily,
we can be seized.

by a tick bite, the sugar’s refusal to convert,
the minor cuts, that take months to heal,
everything small as dangerous as an artery blockage,
a single cell of an illegitimate growth,
the small easy, too purposefully ignore,
but that does not mean no registration

this, then, about me and a bud of a free-thee-well

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