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ATILA Jan 2020
We are astronouts of mind
landing on each others’ moon
just to discover the beauty
behind those distinct craters.

We are astronouts of soul
reaching to each others’ star
to divulge the perfect imperfection
lying from those twinkle.

After attaining in the new dimension
Your eyes are locked on mine
So that I can perceive vast galaxy
instead of just pupils.

And when you smile at me
every ounce of my breath
floats like midnight smoke
that refuses to vanish.
A little throwback with some sense of feeling.
Mickey Jan 2020
And even if.

Even if love is a big fat disgusting lie.
A forced brain trick.

I’m willing to forever live it, breathe it and feel it.

Even if love was proven to be wrong and not making any sense.
Even if I cut in my own fingers with it and
**** myself with a sugarcoated deception.

I’m willing to forever defend its name as if it is the truth.

Cause even if love isnt love and love may not be what we told ourselves what love is.

Love is mine.
Love is yours.
Love is ours.

And Love,
connects,
us.
Sophia Silver Jan 2020
There's terrors in this
dark room we call home,
but when we turn on the lights
we're just two people looking
through
fun house mirrors.
Grey Jan 2020
So much to do, so little time with you left..
Brandon Amberger Jan 2020
My heart beat races.
From pure excitement and joy.
Of the thought of us.
Andrew Jan 2020
Speak of love in the world where it has belonged for years,
Since the dawn of the sun,
In its waves of birthed glory unto the world,
Speak of love in all it has been and will be.

For I know of love as a grasshopper may,
I am merely a follower in its almighty
merely a follower in its glory
and I am in its pain.
We follow it wherever it takes us
Swasti Jain Jan 2020
Shivering under my blanket,
Thinking out loud,
The concept of us,
The concept of you,
The concept of I.

We, look like a sunflower.
Symmetric, bright and warm.
Reaching out to the Sun
And outgrowing along.

You, look like a peyote
Amidst the dreary sands.
Lonely, drained and dull
Searching for its water,
Deeper in its own land.

I, look like a rainy day
Drenching both,
With life, love and hope.
Promising clear skies
And sunny days to cope.

Little did I know,
Peyote needs no rain.
And a sunflower,
Never grows,
From the seeds of peyote,
Such is the pain.

Did the efforts
Of the rain
Just go in vain?

The rains
Still drench,
Selflessly,
Still Searching,
For someone worthy.
Worthy is who?
Not us, not you.
Never us, never you.
Grey Jan 2020
Why do our badly hidden lies
always end in anger-driven goodbyes?
phoenix Dec 2019
you make me
I printed the photo of you dancing in the sunset
you played the piano
I played the guitar
you were in tears when I first sang for you
I started singing

you asked me to walk you home
I was going to anyway
you complained about the December cold
I then kissed you under the mistletoe
you pressed your head against mine
I whispered I love you
you told me I was your everything

I told you we had dated for 4 years now
you said I hope its forever
I stepped back
you had that glimmer in your eye

I knelt down on one knee
you were already on one knee
I had a ring
you had a ring

I asked you to be with me forever
you kissed me
I married you on the 18th
you gave birth to our child on the 14th

I will never be without you
you are my world

I will never forget the day that
I
and
you
became

us.
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