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I see the cold look on your face
I reach out to touch your grace
But you are gone, oh so gone

I hold my breath, so I can keep you
Inside my mind, don’t want to lose you
But you are gone, oh so gone

Its spirit and soul, oh my life
Standing still I feel I’ll die
Oh you are gone, oh so gone

I see the stars in the night
I see it reflect our past life
But you are gone, oh so gone

The clouds gather through the sky
It rains down and I cry
Cause you're gone, oh so gone

And I hold myself to no end
I know its done, I have been wrenched
Oh you are gone, oh so gone

By your silence, I’ve been bent
I didn't understand so you left
Oh you are gone, oh so gone

Left me with loneliness
And tears of a clown and childishness
You are gone and I am gone
With a broken heart and a silly song!
Roberta Day Aug 27
Savor it
Entwined limbs
circulating warmth
Lips sealed together
A misty evening,
thanks to the weather
Minds connected
Harmonious scents
from private places
Serenity among faces
Calloused hands
rubbing forever
A feeling I want
to last
k e i May 2
it’s just how it was.
and so things ended up the way they did.
we were quite a pair;
what with my impulsiveness and your rationality.
as i took a step back, each time i recognized the danger in your eyes, flickers unleashed.
this rendezvous meant meeting somewhere a little nearer than halfway,
not without leaving a breadcrumb trail of weariness.

see, we didn’t get around to the part of burning bridges-yellow and orange and blue flames standing tall. neither did we try dousing ourselves in gasoline just so it could stay alive, sparks like flirtatious moths attune to life.

all that we’ve resorted to was crossing the bridge and rightly so. for all we ever wanted was to learn the language the city lights spoke upon the ripples delving into atlantis’ reach. there wasn’t a need to get past the platform, plainly standing there already felt right.

this is what those weeks were all for. open-door kisses and treacherous things in the dark.
the laughing fits and slow dancing in your balcony at 2am, acoustics faint on your speakers were just ways we came up with in order to **** time.

things ended up the way they did.
your messages left unopened, my secrets i’ve bared onto your lips and your tongue was the ink you’ve etched yours with on my skin. for a while it meant more than that, we meant more than just a jet’s smoke trail of fleeting stars crash landing upon reality. we could only get to pretend for so long that the crash wouldn’t occur even as we’ve made an agreement that we’d still be alright and remain with an exchange of warm smiles and inviting eyes like the first encounter. but pretending could only sit so well in my chest but it can’t quite counteract this particular feeling rushing with intensity, an outrage that’s only worsened as those exchanges are kept.

so forgive me if i couldn’t keep contact, if all your calls go to voicemail-and i try not to listen to them but ultimately fail. the only compromise i aid to is to not reply.

that’s just how it was.
things ended up the way they did.
the passionate flames surrounded us keeping a close watch so they wouldn't engulf us
we were just bridge watchers content on not going beyond nor under


-“bridge watchers.”
you can find more of my poetry on: manicpixiedeadgirl.tumblr.com
grace Apr 22
She no longer personified the young flower bud,
that she happened upon last summer,
sweet and delicate, swaying carefree in a field of wildflowers.

No-
after all, she had endured heavy rain,
fierce storms, and unrelenting winds from the West.

She was bold in her quest for sunlight,
and had learnt to stand, unbending,
resistant, in the face of adversity;

No-one was more deserving of the petals
that blossomed for all to see.
chang cosido Oct 2021
i am sometimes tired.
of feeling too much
or feeling too little
and of filling the gaps of my ribs
with  uneasy breaths.
i could not explain it,
-that tiredness sometimes
reach beyond bones.
and i am tired of carrying it.
and im always scared
of the many ways that a body
could give in to it.
of the fact that a heart knows nothing
but to beat.
and how it also knows
when to just stop.
im not sad, just scared.
and im sometimes tired
all the **** time.
Sandy Macacua Aug 2021
i’m so used of not being good enough that’s why i push everyone away,

i don’t want to ever go through with it—pushing people away,

but it’s my insecurity whispering in my ears to push them away.

when will this end?
George Ittyerah Nov 2020
My love, I’m not sure what value I add to your life? It scares me that I may not be good enough for you!!

“Oh graceful one, you bring your intellect, kindness, your very being and your life on the table.

I wish I could commit the moon and stars, but alas the world is too realistic and practical for me. There is much that holds me back cause of the baggage I have to carry of my past. But in this parallel universe, where you and I, reign we bring those aspects that is entirely different. A world that has dreams, fantasies, love, craziness and all those aspects that is supposed to be enjoyed but forbidden.. everything that provides freedom which in the world is chained by norms, morality and rules.

We break free in our world which is what makes this relationship memorable and exciting.

Your value therefore is much more than you can imagine, quantify or even list down, for this world is empty without you.
George Ittyerah Nov 2020
As night falls and I feel lonely
Wishing I could hear you speak,
of the day - the good and the bad
and as we get ready to retreat.

But I realise that I have no right,
Nor the license to complain -
Of the distance or the silence,
Or the lack of me in your conscience
You have no idea how much I pine for you

Yet I know I have no right
No right, to need you
No right to miss you
No right to ask if you're okay
I have no right to love you
But I still do

Yes I do.
Spriha Kant Sep 2020
I daily call you out my inner voice.
I get to listen to my echoes but no replies from you.

I daily search you my inner voice.
You are nowhere.

I can't feel your presence in me.

Do you still perdure in me ?

Where are you ?
Are you hidden behind the ebony trees in the forbidden forest ?
Has fire burned you to ashes ?

Your unread words on the paper have been washed away by the spilled water.
The regret of not reading you is burning inside me.

Yes , I always kicked you out of my soul.
But this was never my instinct.
I did this under the stimulus of others.

You are my soul.
Without you , my life is a deserted valley.

Wherever you are , please come back to me.
I promise you that I will always listen to you and obey your orders.
If you are too much weak to be submissive and can't face others then just be a slave of yourself....
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