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I am not impressed,
impressed not am I
with your love.
Ritz Writes Jun 2
Embracing our own quirky ways to show our genuine affection for each other,
the silence between us spoke thousand of words which couldn't be said but felt.
He was like the wind that blew like a  gentle soothing balm to her aching soul
and she, the stimulus who pushed him hard to challenge the odds;
genuine affection through their quirky ways by embracing each other.
“I crave a love so deep, the ocean would be jealous” ~ Pablo Neruda.
Julia Apr 13
half of us #relationshipgoals
half of us online dating
half of us :ps and lols
half in the comments hating

the other half soul decorum
the other half sniff and listen
the other half is all forum
the other half huggin kissin
:)(:
JaxSpade Apr 9
We stopped being us
At the start of the finish
Of who we were
With two feet forward
It should've been four
We were never good at math
Calculating guarantors

We emptied our reserves
Everything we had lost
In years of mirrors
Reflections of memories
Memoirs of anniversaries
Celebrating
In everything we sought

Here we sit
Outside of our heart
A couple of valves
Opening up
Apart

Apart
Opening up
A couple of valves
Outside of our heart
Here we sit

In everything we sought
Celebrating
Memoirs of anniversaries
Reflections of memories
In years of mirrors
Everything we had lost
We emptied our reserves

Calculating guarantors
We were never good at math
It should've been four
With two feet forward
Of who we were
At the start of the finish
We stopped being us
JaxSpade Feb 2
A small wind blew over my doldrum skin
As I laid there in erosion

Withering back to the dust I came from

Each day another break from my face
Another shed of human remains
Is giving into the future

The creeping take of time
Follows behind the sun in a cosmic circle

The rise of morning
The fall of night
My blood flows through the encounter of life

I stay here breathing more destiny
Inside my coffin of fate
I'm still unsure of where am I

~

I'm still unsure of where am I
Inside my coffin of fate
I stay here breathing more destiny

My blood flows through the encounter of life
The fall of night
The rise of morning

Follows behind the sun in a cosmic circle
The creeping take of time

Is giving into the future
Another shed of human remains
Each day another break from my face

Withering back to the dust I came from

As I laid there in erosion
A small wind blew over my doldrum skin
JaxSpade Sep 2018
In another rotation
The same circle
Hanging in the atmosphere
In the same gravitational relation
Spinning and spinning faces
Every being in its placement
In a war of deterioration
To each his own spiritual mutation
Believing in the satisfaction of their taking
Man and his moon
In a universe of spacing
Running a race of human pacing
Another sun sets

In the days erased here

Another sun sets
Running a race of humans pacing
In a universe of spacing
Man and his moon
Believing in the satisfaction of their taking
To each his own spiritual mutation
In a war of deterioration
Every being in its placement
Spinning and spinning faces
In the same gravitational relation
Hanging in the atmosphere
The same circle
In another rotation
Abby Reynolds Aug 2018
A palindrome is letters or sequences
that read the same both forwards and backwards
I often think of our love as a palindrome
what we had
was a palindrome love
no start nor end
but always the same
whether read from start to finish
or finish to start
I pray one day I'll stop moving in back and forth sequences
I hope one day
we both only move forwards
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