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They say if you replay
The same thing over and over
It will drive you crazy
Well I disagree.

For I have been replaying
The first time I held her hand
The first time she put her head on my shoulder
The first time she kissed me
The first time she said, "I love you!"
I have watched the moments over and over.
Yet I still cant get enough of it
can you leave, please?
I want to be alone and grieve

grieve for you
and the fact that
you don’t feel
the way I do

stop messing with me
I need some vitamin c

think I’m gonna pass out
you know what this is about

it could be a simple „sorry“
„can we start over
or write a new story?“

but this won’t happen
and if yes, in my dream
’cause we’re not even a team

I think about you every day
begging for a single replay

your name is written
on the walls of my mind
I can’t wipe it off
its like graffiti
and the paint is sticky

- gio, 10.04.2020
Rose Apr 11
laying my back and staring up
at my white ceiling
observing the patterns
time draws by
and my mind is going
a mile a minute
replaying moments
that were real
evocative
and creating moments
that never existed
muteD Mar 24
Words hurt
But yours shouldn’t have to.
The things you say stick to me like a
Tattoo.
I’m a vacuum.
I **** up all the things you say
and it just replays.
You say
things you think you have to say
in ways
that are better left unsaid.
Too bad you can’t UnSay
the things you said
even though I know
you never would.

How come
it is always the ones we hold closest
that is gifted
with the blueprint
of our defeat?
a way to have us
beaten, broken hearted
and down
on both knees.

How is this honest?
How are we fair?
To be clear,
as you sleep
without fear
I sit here and think.
If you had a snore for every tear I’ve shed,
you might never wake up.
Written : 3/4/20
Nightmares plague my sleep
And my reality
And all the **** time
I have sleep anxiety/ nightmare disorder, sometimes insomnia. So whenever I do get sleep, it’s never restful. I often wake in the middle of the night, scared and shivering, but I don’t remember why. I’m just scared. Then, throughout the day, disturbing images flash randomly through my head. I guess they’re from nightmares...
His goodbyes were like the sunset
A warm embrace leaving the day
How calming was his presence
As the sound of his steps fade away
He reminds me of the sunset
How I wish he would have stayed
A sight of a beautiful ending
Transitions to memories to my dismay
I hold these memories close to me
So I can put them on display
As I wait for him to come again
A beautiful ending on replay
Emily Nov 2018
This isn't a hypothetical.
Baby when I write this it's all about you.
You've been running through my mind.
Thoughts of you stuck on replay.
The way you make me feel.
Your touch is like nothing I've ever felt.
I want nothing more than to be wrapped in your arms.
You tell me time and time again that I'm perfect,
Inside and out.
My body is the peak of perfection.
My mind is nothing less than eminent.
Coming from you it does something to me.
Have me feeling myself.
But I rather have your lips feeling me.
Turn me inside out.
Hear my screams over the music.
You know what you do to me.
Have me feeling vulnerable.
Mary Frances Oct 2018
Let's mark the Sunset with the kiss from our love story.
And when the evening comes,
let the Moon work her wonders and engrave it into our memories.
Then we'll replay it as the Dawn breaks til the Sun rises.
Shalini Pandey Apr 2018
Be it last Monday
or this Tuesday
Days are behaving Xerox Copies
bolted with same color,
dull and faded
playing replaying
the same chord everyday.

Waking up to the
same myopic thought,
transformed into a rusted machinery
with controlled signals-
Wake , Office, Work,
Stress, Eat and Try to sleep -
Robotic Human is my
New Name.

No music, no poetry, no hobby
Neither to play with children
Nor to catch up with love
Not even a self affair !!
Don't remember when
I was live with my friends ??

Stretching the senseless power
of Stressful Work
for a volume of money,
still can't afford a
slice of happiness
not even for a single moment,
person or thing..

Life is broken -
Mundane ,
Lost and tossed
Beaten up by
Routine and Replay
where obscurity
blinds the path to happiness.
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