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old willow Oct 5
The song of eastern river from afar.
Once again, time has come to visit.
Like the thread that you hold,
time weaves and unfold.
While my memories is still strong,
I recite this old song.
Life is cut and stilled in the midst of time,
with moments engraved in heart,
I sing this song in time.
Visit me again ...
sweetheart...

visit me ...
as you did ..
before some nights ...
to get that night ...
same as we did ...
as we were ...
as angels  ...
as lovely candles ...
melted one to the other ...
made their love...
with no shame ...
through souls ...
and our bodies did ...
did what we both feels ...
through a sweet night ..,

together we got ...
long night ...
passed so fast ...
together we had ...
a poetic sweet hot night ...
as we were in a heaven ...

come back again ...
sweetheart ...
to live that night ...
again ...
as we got ...

visit me again ...
fly to me my angel ...
babe sweetheart ...
to have our shower ...
after a long sweet love ...
with a crazy feelings ...
never got before...

visit me ...
i missed you ...
and miss all night...
we had together...
sweetheart...
visit me again...
to make a sweet long night ...
as that night ...

come back again ...
to your poetic poet ...

hazem al ...
Astral Apr 7
What you said to me,
I promise I'll see you again,
Is a promise I hope you'll keep.
<3
The worst part is
It wasn't the distance
No matter how many times I'd visit
You still felt like something was missing
What you were convinced that I couldn't give you

I had to shut that door
So you would go find what you're looking for
So you'd stop telling me you're going to make it work
'Cause after three months babe I don't believe you anymore
02.20.20
You really should pop over here. It's a lovely place. The people are friendly, women drop dead ****, towns historical and old, sea unbelievably swimmable, mountains steep and green, sky is blue blue blue. Don't take my word for it. See for yourself. All are welcome here. There's only one problem. The location is secret.
from Picnic by Jimmy Boom Semtex
maria Jan 20
Haven't seen you for a while
                come and visit asap
         I'm cold
                I miss you
where have you been?

written on January 21, 2020
Ivy Leigh Dec 2019
The dark corners of your box of night
hold no gravity upon you.
The endless stretch of hallways
lead to doors unlocked but not opened.
The cracks and gaps reveal light.
Rooms of fellowshop oft-visited
and words of dreams spill onto the floor.
And when the rain will come
We will all think it's beautiful.
For Chris
City of eternal wonders
An empire built,
fallen, re-animated
alive and never broken.
There lay ruins
old and modern,
monuments of marble
stumbled on by hoofs
and carriages shrieking
on the cobbled streets
poisoned by uncultured
tourists.
But in the little streets
lay a calm
silence not many
can hear.
The beauty is underneath
hidden, not all will see.
It's heart keeps beating:
like fine wine,
it improves with time.
thelemonpolice Aug 2019
When I get home
I'll drop my bags
And go and hug
My mom

I'll need a while to
Just adjust
To places
I have gone

And though the house is small
I am thankful every day

A roof, a family just waiting
Here for me

I cannot see the sunset
The buildings are too high

But if we sit inside
We'll talk about all of our lives

The flowers shes still watering
The projects she has sewn

And every time i visit I feel like
I have just grown

I do not want to flee
I feel my sister somewhere near

A chance to catch up, when I leave
I know I'll shed a tear.
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