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Life is a waiting,
don't let yourself wait
in vain.
Mimi 5d
I'll wait for her
"What if she doesn't want you"
I'll wait
"What if she gets to attached to another person"
I'll wait
"What if she never talks to you again"
I'll wait

I will always wait cause i want her to be happy and if that means waiting i will
js want the huzz
Zywa 6d
You're missing something,

so we wait, impatiently --


you break off your search.
Novel "Die Aufzeichnungen des Malte Laurids Brigge" ("The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge", 1910, Rainer Maria Rilke), chapter #43, Oft, wenn Besuch dawar, hieß es, daß Schulins sich einschränkten (Often, when there was a visitor, it was said that the Schulins were economising)

Collection "Held/True"
lyla 7d
i remember every single thing you tell me and do

and not because i have good memory but just because it’s you

and whenever i touch you i wonder if you can feel my love through my fingertips

and when you speak the world feels like it’s been paused, like it needs to stop so that it can listen to you fully

i worship the ground you walk on and i thank the air for letting me breathe the same as yours

our love is sacred and sometimes it feels like you’re the temple, and the statue, and the god, but also someone praying with me, someone who feels like home

i want to love you even in silence

give me that and i’ll give you all i have
a series of messages i wrote to you, rhyming unintentional
Charmour Jun 24
"Some kids remember their childhood as a time of happiness.
I remember mine as a time of waiting.
Waiting for the yelling to stop.
Waiting for the doors to stop slamming.
Waiting for someone to finally look at me and ask if i was okay..
But no one did.
I wasn't a daughter..
I was just an audience to a war
I never wanted to be a part of....."
just a audience of a war that i never wanted...
Sarayu Jun 23
I stand on one side of a line carved by time and you… you remain at the other.

Two souls destined to collide,but sentenced to drift apart.

You left the introduction of a human being just as an introduction….but I am reating a wound that was never supposed to exist, a wound not caused by words, but by absence.

Do you know?

Just because I haven’t healed from the past, I’m missing so much of the present.

I smile with my lips,but I bleed with my silence.

Do you know?

For a line that doesn’t exist in my palm,this very hand has written countless poetries….each one a failed attempt to erase you, but only engraving you deeper.

Do you know???

I am trapped between a forgotten boonfrom some distant past life and the curse of being forbidden from touching that gift in this one.

It’s like the universe gifted me heaven and then locked the door before I could enter.

Now the world keeps questioning me

Did those memories even exist?

But how could they know?

How can I tell them?

Your memories flow through the blood in my veins

Each heartbeat echoing the syllables of your name.

Your voice has become the rhythm of my existence.

Your picture….it will be the last thing my eyes will see before they close forever.

Your breath….it will dissolve into the air with the last breath I release.

No one knows…

You are the god in the temple I built inside my shattered heart.

You are the silent prayer behind every tear I hide.

You are the reason I survive days I don’t want to wake up to.

You are the soul moving this lifeless body.

If there’s any destination that could drag me away from you, it’s nothing but a six-foot grave.

But still…..I am trapped between two brutal truths

One pulling me toward the end of this life and the other is your memories that were promising to haunt me even beyond death.

I’m living a life between surviving and surrendering between forgetting you and becoming you.

I’ve decided

I will become you

Not as a choice, but as a consequence of love that refused to fade.

Because loving you wasn’t just a chapter of my life,it was the entire story.

If there’s no space left for me in this world as me, then let me dissolve into you.

If life won’t let me stand beside you..

I will rise as you.
BloodOfSaints Jun 22
I am still here,
spine bowed like prayer on the floor ,
heart burning like a candle
you forgot to blow out.


Come home,
when your hands remember our softness.
I’ll be waiting—
still yours,
still lit,
still aching.
Love, is waiting.
Shiva Chauhan Jun 21
Hi my favourite, it’s been quite a while, it feels like forever. I wanted to talk, but couldn’t. I know you must have noticed. How have you been? I hope everything’s going well. Are you eating your meals properly? How’s school? Life isn’t the same anymore; it’s lost its sparkle, its cheer.

Anyway, dear,
here’s a poem for you.

In the times of my confession,
I adored you more than life's possession,
You have a place in my heart for time's Long cession,
I love you beyond measure, my humble expression.

I miss those late night chats, the early morning calls, do you?
Every other day, you're on my mind, that much is sincerely true.
But it seems, maybe, you don't, or do you?
It's fine, I get it, but I wonder, do you?

I'll wait,
For it's love my dear, not waste.
A heartfelt message wrapped in poetry, softly confessing love, lingering memories, and the quiet pain of waiting. It’s not just words… it’s what the heart couldn’t say out loud.
lyla Jun 21
i used to say your name
as though it was something precious,
something fragile,
something living.
a heart still beating,
a flame still burning.
but now,
i have come to an acceptance.
an understanding.
that i am like a widow
who cannot accept that her husband
is gone.
a woman who clings to his cold body
as though he’s still in there.
as though he may wake up
his heart still warm and beating
his eyes still sharp and bright.
but just as sure as his body
remains lifeless and limp,
your love will never return.
you are gone,
but i’m still waiting.
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