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Ananya Kalahasti Nov 2021
intrigue

      w
            r
                  a
            p
      s­

me around your finger.

keeps me hanging to every word,

        name

                story

                        ­place

                                that slips out of your mouth.

trapped in

- - hugs - -

that i can only imagine but not feel.

gazing and searching for

          s t a r s

in your eyes
06.01.21
ATILA Oct 2021
Was every word from you actually heartfelt
Or were you played with it
Was the longing that you said genuine
Or was it all act

The longing for you
Has been a part of me
Though the sun sets
Though the sky changes
Though the spring fades
My heart still never lost track of you

The beauty of rainbow
Put a smile on every face
After ugly rain
But only full moon
Would keep with my gloomy night
Longing for you

Don’t lie to your heart
That once embraced by hope
Before it invites uncertainty
To accept my love

Enliven a thousand sweetness
From the past grasp
To end my longing
Link our bond of love
To make us one
Cause it is all mutual
Let go the anguish along the horizon
To brighten the full moon
Which would witness our talking hearts.
Memories bring back everything.
Mark Wanless Oct 2021
was there a time
   long ago
      that i met you
Strying Oct 2021
your love
is a vast sky
with stars so bright
I go blind
and can't see anything
but you.
<><><>`.*:✧goodnight✧:*.`<><><>
Garrett Johnson Sep 2021
Put them around mine.

Full of fake happiness.
Tea.
Forced poems.
& eyeshadow.
All as the cars go by.
Of the style.
And demise.
Written weary for the try.
Pretty bi.
Because of course.

Garrett Johnson.
Hrmm
Strying Sep 2021
a wave of air
a stream of fire
a world ablaze
a person enranged
a life encaged
and eyes
and a smile
and everything
and you.
exhausted, but felt like writing something :)
goodnight everyone <3
Garrett Johnson Sep 2021
Hmm and yeah.

False complaint.
****** guitar.
Never where you ought to be.
Next to me & ice.
Melting street.
Frighting.
Temporal, weekend.
Day of the week and cry.
A languid joy.
& it's only, getting.
Better.

Garrett Johnson.
So much for the Creek.
Eternity

When I think of eternity
Your name comes to mind

If I had to choose whether
To give myself up or get rid of you,
I would be nothing more than a sigh on the breeze

If I had to choose between heatstroke
And losing you,
I’d be on the first plane to the Sahara

If I had to choose between you
And an eternity of life,
My dear, I would choose you

Every single time
Part twenty-eight; final part....
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