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Crow 3d
don’t give up on us now we’ve not yet begun
though we woke in the dark and hid from the sun

you say let’s keep the moon and let go the stars
you know in your heart they were meant to be ours

I’ve no hope without you so please tell me soon
is our love worth more than a brush ‘gainst the moon

here is all that I am my hopes and my dreams
all yours for the taking despite the world’s schemes

I live for your answer and will wait ever more
here alone with the sky on a bare lonely shore
Samuel Sep 18
and who knows
maybe Tomorrow
will bring Clarity
once and for all
but until then
we'll have to wait
just a little more
in search of clarity
is a lifelong process
Parisha Jul 12
He never knew the storms he calmed,
With just a glance, a laugh, a smile.
He never knew how deep I sank,
Until his light reached me, quiet, and kind.

Last night, sleep refused to come —
I waited, stared, held back a sigh.
Just hoping he might say a word,
Or send a sign, a soft reply.

But morning came with empty air,
He didn’t show — and I just stared.
At benches, books, the teacher’s voice,
While colours drained from everywhere.

He never knew how much it hurt,
To sit and smile, pretend, obey —
When all I wished was just to see
His silly grin light up the day.

He never knew, and maybe won’t,
How much he helped me breathe again.
Unbelievable! Someone whome I've never talked to-
Still in his silence,I found my strength.

You never knew you're the only star
My sky still chases every night —
Because no other light has ever
Matched the warmth you gave so right.

You never knew, you still don’t see —
You’re a soul I can’t replace.
Not because I need your love...
But because you gave me grace.

—Parisha
Peter Aug 31
The bus
won't wait
for you,
if you are
running late.

Too late.
The bus is now
too far.
The bus
didn't wait
for you.
Who
do you think
you are?
Zack Ripley Aug 14
Waiting for life
Is to wait for death.
You will have time.
But you never know
Which will be your last breath
Chris Pea Jul 10
Time will tell
but who will it tell
and what will it tell
and why

Time will fly
but where is it going
what will it do there
and why

Time is a great healer
but who is it healing
how does it do it
and why

Time waits for no man
why is it so impatient
who is the slow man
what will he do when time has gone

Only time will tell
so we better wait for an explanation.
I did not board the train this time
its whistle soft as a wish I once made
before learning the cost of arrival

There were other hands to hold,
small rooms to fill with quiet work,
a garden of dreams still waiting to bloom
in the soil I help tend each day

The map stretched wide with longing,
but I folded it neatly beside the bills,
between the unopened letters
and the list of things love asks us to carry

Not all journeys begin when the door opens.
Some begin when we choose to stay—
when we say: not yet,
with a voice that still believes in someday

Let the wind have its turn
Let the stars wait a little longer
What is meant for me
will find me walking—
with full hands,
and an open heart
Maria Jun 8
She was waiting for him outside the house in the rain.
And she was constantly peering into the far distance.
She didn’t think what would happen to her with that.
The rain was covering all her pinching sadness.

She was waiting for him outside the house in the rain.
She wasn’t crying, no, she was getting wet.
The rain was pitiful to her and crying heart out,
Not realizing that she was extremely wet.

She was waiting for him outside the house in the rain.
And the rain wasn’t calm. It was simply pelting.
She must have made mistake - the house was wrong.
Or maybe he forgot her and stopped waiting.
It's a small story about sad love, based on true events. Again about love... Again about rain...
Thank you very much for reading it! 💖
1DNA May 31
Honk honk honk honk,
Honking till our minds go bonk!
Honkin’ here, and everywhere,
Honkin’ even if no one’s there.

Honking like they’re driving high,
Honking like they’re ’bout to die.
Still honking after seeing red,
Honking till our ears bleed blood.

Then there enters a tortured guy—
Probably the wisest in Mumbai:
“Gimme a *****, lend me a hand,
Let me show them well who owns this land.”

One of the greatest makes of mankind:
The decibel meter—time to shine!
You wanna honk? Go ahead—
If you want the timer reset instead!

The more you honk,
The more you wait.
Stay within the limits—
You’ll be safe.

No more honk honk honk,
No more minds going bonk!
I've recently heard that the "Honk more, Wait more" campaign have attatched decibel meters to traffic lights to control the noise in the ever-honking roads of Mumbai! The idea is basically the more you honk, The more you wait, and that is ingenious, and has made a huge impact! Kudos to the campaign! This shld be implemented throught our country i suppose 😅!
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