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Aphiné Feb 14
Yet
Yet, her smile was beautiful and genuine,
Yet, she laid in her tears till dawn.
She becomes a pillar of strength for others,
Yet, she struggles to hold on to her strength.
She cares for those around her without hesitation,
Yet, she numbs her heart to care for herself.
Vianne Lior Feb 9
I have nothing of you
except your face in the dark,
your voice in the silence,
your words echoing in my mind.

I have nothing of you
except your smile in sorrow,
your soul in my essence,
and you—always you—
living in every corner of my heart.
Gabriel Yale Jan 15
In Warsaw’s heart, I step inside,  
Old memories rush, I can’t hide.  
"My love," she smiles, "I’m glad you're here,"  
But I sigh, "I wish it were mine, my dear."  

The street outside, through glass so dim,  
I step out, the world feels grim.  
A crash - glass falls, she calls my name,  
"All’s well," I say, through bleeding pain.  

Her smile stays, my love remains.
This poem captures the deep nostalgia of returning to a past home, a place intertwined with past memories and emotions. The protagonist’s longing is not just for the home but for a time shared with someone special, a girl who represents both the past and the future. Though the pain is palpable, his desire to be with her and share this moment overrides it. The shattered glass symbolizes the delicate balance between vulnerability and love, where moments of joy are often tinged with unacknowledged hurt. In the end, his love for her remains constant, even as he hides his wounds in order to stay together.
Time and again—
I convince myself I'm not waiting—
Now or later.

What I confessed yesterday—
It was nothing more than to make your day.

I can compete with someone who likes you,
But I can't compete with someone you like.

Don't worry about me, sir
I stand in freedom.

— The End —