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I know you're busy and I should be patient,
but your absence always leaves me wanting more,
and to show you in how many ways you mean to me.
I leave you those messages to know,
how much I love you,
but sometimes I wonder if it's too much.
Do I talk a lot,
am I already pushing you away,
is there too many things I'm already saying,
do you really appreciate me,
am I really worth your time,
are you really accepting of me,
and everything I do?
These questions just come rushing in when you vanish,
and sometimes it's hard to manage,
myself left alone,
because you've always been my core,
and without you everything starts to feel cold,
so I feel the need to light that fire again,
by flooding you with my feelings,
and hoping you appreciate your significance to me,
but I don't want to pour so much onto you that you drown,
under the weight of my praise for you.
So I'm going to continue the only way I understand,
and that's present you with my deepest of sentiments,
without it seeming like an emotional brandish.
Our connection runs hard and deep,
and the thing I want most is to make it blossom,
so I'll try my best to not oversaturate,
the soil that we're walking on,
but sometimes that's difficult,
as longing makes the heart grow in it's devotion.
Oshit Kul Ratan Oct 2018
She waited for her knight
Long time has passed
Even the light of lamp diminished
Her hope is lost.

She is waiting to shut her eyes
But a glimpse of love had kept her awake
World has disowned her
And her voice is fading.

She scream in her dreams
Sound of coming feet wakes her
Her world is shattered
And her heart has lost its blood.

Her knight went for a quest
Defending her country’s honour
She now rest peacefully with her son
For her knight came on shield.
Phi Kenzie Oct 2018

not yet


Wait until you’re called!


why are you fidgeting?!


Be patient!


almost

XyL0S Oct 2018
.

Would you Only
Stop,
Pause,
Wait,
Till I can reach out,
If you can't
Turn back to me?

I know
Love,
All the effort
Won't be mine.

.
Don't ask me if he did.
B Elizabeth G Oct 2018
Days pass muddily, time is stuck.
Five more to go with the right luck.
At time and a half, hours tick;
The stroke of five does not come quick

Rush hour feels more like rush year;
Finally, your exit I near.
I dance up steps to the right floor,
A sweaty palmed knock on your door

The moment long overdue,
Is the heat before I kiss you.
The second between our lips meet,
That's the ****** I crave all week.
Craving that moment always, my sweetie <3
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