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#doorstep
It was a somber retreat that walk home, The streetlights beckoned her every step, A haze of doubt and suspicion lingered in every corner, Guilt climbed her spine and caused her to shudder and pine, An endless agony of mistakes foregone, Perched upon the darkened doorstep she now steadies herself, Bracing the confession afoul.
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Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 8:44 PM UTC
Darkened Doorstep
I'm hopelessly in love with someone who'd rather push and shove I feel so distant yet they make me feel close but really they're farther than they've ever been and I try to save but they turn me away like the tears on an abandoned child left on a deserted door step I feel so very lonely in this world full of mixed matched feelings broken dreams and shattered hearts they continue every day to give me false hope just enough to fall in love again and I feel like a wicked candle lit on fire with burning passion just to be extinguished and forgotten about until they embark on a dimly lit date with someone other than me
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Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 8:00 AM UTC
~ Hopeless ~
Net fish from doorstep, In deluged water world; Beat rain’s curse this once!
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Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 11:04 AM UTC
Deluge fishing
And here I stand On your doorstep, With nervous eyes And shaky hands Looking for words And a peace of mind My luggage is set But it feels like I'm Not ready to say Goodbye.
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Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 9:46 AM UTC
Leaving
Love at the doorstep I am here on your doormat Just ringing your bell
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Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 3:38 PM UTC
Ding **** (Senryu)
Last night when the first snow fell I was hovering on the doorstep of yours anxiously and wringing my hands without a dare to knock, even my voice was laced by unspoken poetry and only stuttering came out of my mouth. I wanted to act; to love out loud and fill the space in between, but under the shadow of a doubt this void was made to grow.
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Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 2:38 PM UTC
Vague
*I walked the streets, wishing to hear from you today, but I see the sad memories as the Adonis open up to cry and pray, and I remember that I'm just going to slowly fade away, I was to see a man holding Aster's, who looked a whole lot like you, I remembered how you said you loved me, and then I saw the man pull out flowers as blue as your eyes, a blue like Anemone for a women, just as her and my face could show the fading hope, how she remembered getting Apple Blossom's as a promise from you, like you had promised to much to keep to me too, you feel the Bittersweet in the Truth and patients and love you gave, and you feel Blackthorns stab at you as if it isn't difficult enough, to forget the pain, and let the memories fade, your on your way home, and you see the bellworths all closed up as if hopelessness is dead, and the Bittersweet Truth, is trying to tell you look for the Bellflowers as if he sent you them, but your heart will learn, as you race home, your heart will drop, when you don't see hee wants to talk to you, but when you see Butterfly Weeds on your doorstep, as if he was trying to tell you, Let Me Go, when you wanted him to fly back,*
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Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 5:38 PM UTC
sad flowers
I don't have elegant words I'm not one to relate lips To fresh picked strawberries But I have feelings They could deafen you With their dial tone And god I try to use them for good But I end up finding the bad In everything I know you're a little rough around the edges, I'm a bit coarse on the inside There are moments where I question it all I'm blind when you're not here The simmer on my hard-to-warm-up-to soul slowly dissipates I ought to learn to remind myself It's okay to open up my thick skull To let someone see what's underneath But who's to say I won't regret it Like I have with every other Gallivanting soul I've allowed To muddy up my doorstep?
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
Who's to say
Sometimes on particularly rainy days I’ll find myself face down on a paper. I’ll finger paint it will tear soaked pads And I’ll brush a mosaic on my pillowcase Letting It Sink In I’ll mail the blank page to your doorstep And sleep comfortably in a sea of hasty brush strokes Maybe this won’t change your life But our secret will be kept safe.
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Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC
Words Won't Save This