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If I could still hold you, In the palm of my trembling hand, In the depths of my fragile heart, In the whispers of my restless soul. If I could still hold you, In the shadows of sleepless nights, In the echoes of forgotten dreams, In the longing that seeps through my veins. If I could still hold you, In the silence of empty spaces, In the void that your absence created, In the ache that lingers, refusing to fade. If I could still hold you, In the fragments of memories, In the pages of a love story, In the etchings of a bittersweet past. If I could still hold you, In the tears that flow like rivers, In the laughter that dances on my lips, In the moments we shared, forever cherished. If I could still hold you, In the depths of my imagination, In the realms of a parallel universe, In the hope that defies all reason. If I could still hold you, In the symphony of our intertwined souls, In the symphony that plays on, undeterred, In the symphony that refuses to end. Then perhaps, just perhaps, Even in the absence of physical touch, Even in the void that separates our beings, Even in the vastness of this universe. I could still hold you, In the tenderness of my love, In the strength of my devotion, In the essence of who we once were. For love knows no boundaries, No limitations, no constraints, It transcends time and space, And etches itself onto eternity's canvas. So, if I could still hold you, In the depth of my being, In the essence of my existence, Then know, my love, that you are forever mine.
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Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 10:20 AM UTC
junayed00
If I could still hold You
If I could still hold you, In the palm of my trembling hand, In the depths of my fragile heart, In the whispers of my restless soul. If I could still hold you, In the shadows of sleepless nights, In the echoes of forgotten dreams, In the longing that seeps through my veins. If I could still hold you, In the silence of empty spaces, In the void that your absence created, In the ache that lingers, refusing to fade. If I could still hold you, In the fragments of memories, In the pages of a love story, In the etchings of a bittersweet past. If I could still hold you, In the tears that flow like rivers, In the laughter that dances on my lips, In the moments we shared, forever cherished. If I could still hold you, In the depths of my imagination, In the realms of a parallel universe, In the hope that defies all reason. If I could still hold you, In the symphony of our intertwined souls, In the symphony that plays on, undeterred, In the symphony that refuses to end. Then perhaps, just perhaps, Even in the absence of physical touch, Even in the void that separates our beings, Even in the vastness of this universe. I could still hold you, In the tenderness of my love, In the strength of my devotion, In the essence of who we once were. For love knows no boundaries, No limitations, no constraints, It transcends time and space, And etches itself onto eternity's canvas. So, if I could still hold you, In the depth of my being, In the essence of my existence, Then know, my love, that you are forever mine.
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I've also felt all windows were watching all walls were listening, I'd also felt at that time streets and footpaths were speaking and veils were lifting. I've felt even when I was walking even when I was stopping all trees and birds sky and stars bosoms and bangles were seeing everything. It's true in that hesitation whether to stop or proceed get off or get over, all roads had appeared unfathomable. It's true I had also read on the face of surroundings some broken some disconnected some cracked expectations. I've touched some sentences and have kissed some words. Eyes that obstruct the road can be removed but what happens when hearts block the passage? that's why I've also pretended not to see the windows and walls. At such time it has also seemed to me there've been conspiracies against me, search for instruments to hit me in my words has also been going on. I've also felt those eyes and looks have also been sending a river of the flowers of feelings somewhere, raising a hill of the aromas of imagination. And have experienced at such time my mind sleeping in the joy of love. and have felt some arid passion taking me somewhere lopping off sensitive branches of life. At such moments felt my mind wake up with the temptation of life gathering courage for flowering beauty even in the desert of living. Do not think I've reached where I am now by slipping like a landslide or evaporating like a cloud. I've climbed up here holding the hilt of time's sword after driving it into my tender heart. Whether anybody comes to convince me or not a part of my life does always ache arresting my chest. -०-
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Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 1:12 AM UTC
sumanpokhrel
While Parting
I've also felt all windows were watching all walls were listening, I'd also felt at that time streets and footpaths were speaking and veils were lifting. I've felt even when I was walking even when I was stopping all trees and birds sky and stars bosoms and bangles were seeing everything. It's true in that hesitation whether to stop or proceed get off or get over, all roads had appeared unfathomable. It's true I had also read on the face of surroundings some broken some disconnected some cracked expectations. I've touched some sentences and have kissed some words. Eyes that obstruct the road can be removed but what happens when hearts block the passage? that's why I've also pretended not to see the windows and walls. At such time it has also seemed to me there've been conspiracies against me, search for instruments to hit me in my words has also been going on. I've also felt those eyes and looks have also been sending a river of the flowers of feelings somewhere, raising a hill of the aromas of imagination. And have experienced at such time my mind sleeping in the joy of love. and have felt some arid passion taking me somewhere lopping off sensitive branches of life. At such moments felt my mind wake up with the temptation of life gathering courage for flowering beauty even in the desert of living. Do not think I've reached where I am now by slipping like a landslide or evaporating like a cloud. I've climbed up here holding the hilt of time's sword after driving it into my tender heart. Whether anybody comes to convince me or not a part of my life does always ache arresting my chest. -०-
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She struck me out of the blue, the way that most beautiful songs find you. It plays out of nowhere, normally when you're out and about— one foot out the door, slipping through the holes of a random speaker. Before I knew, I was nodding my head. It's already full of things that don't matter. My head and the thoughts That go through it. Her voice cuts through all of that, a song you want to know the name of, so you can hear it again— one that you hope doesn't end too soon, but still delicate enough to not notice when she tips away. She's a song, a uniquely beautiful woman that you notice before she walks away. There's not enough in the world that makes sense. She pulls me in and confesses that she's just like me— the way that most beautiful songs do. I knew that I would chase her before she walked away.
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Dec 25, 2024
Dec 25, 2024 at 3:29 AM UTC
kewayne-wadley
Before She Walked Away
She struck me out of the blue, the way that most beautiful songs find you. It plays out of nowhere, normally when you're out and about— one foot out the door, slipping through the holes of a random speaker. Before I knew, I was nodding my head. It's already full of things that don't matter. My head and the thoughts That go through it. Her voice cuts through all of that, a song you want to know the name of, so you can hear it again— one that you hope doesn't end too soon, but still delicate enough to not notice when she tips away. She's a song, a uniquely beautiful woman that you notice before she walks away. There's not enough in the world that makes sense. She pulls me in and confesses that she's just like me— the way that most beautiful songs do. I knew that I would chase her before she walked away.
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Lay the first strike Because you just Want to cause a scene Once so gentle, serene You kept taking my Energy Taking all the weight Pushing on my shoulders You kept on crushing Me I don’t know who Gets to suffer worst Because I'm out of breath And I'm nowhere near first And where are you? You’re nowhere to be seen You’re hiding, Complacent, living like Everyone owns you Every explanation Even if you Never gave them Anything in return Simmer down, Because karma’s Gonna get you first Treat people without their worth And they’ll be the ones To leave you first So lay the first strike, I don’t wanna hear Any of it You’ve taken my energy, But not everything Is gone, and ripped in pieces Simmer down Because karma’s A silent enemy, That doesn’t Give up, no.
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Aug 25, 2023
Aug 25, 2023 at 3:50 AM UTC
joshua-phelps
simmer down
Lay the first strike Because you just Want to cause a scene Once so gentle, serene You kept taking my Energy Taking all the weight Pushing on my shoulders You kept on crushing Me I don’t know who Gets to suffer worst Because I'm out of breath And I'm nowhere near first And where are you? You’re nowhere to be seen You’re hiding, Complacent, living like Everyone owns you Every explanation Even if you Never gave them Anything in return Simmer down, Because karma’s Gonna get you first Treat people without their worth And they’ll be the ones To leave you first So lay the first strike, I don’t wanna hear Any of it You’ve taken my energy, But not everything Is gone, and ripped in pieces Simmer down Because karma’s A silent enemy, That doesn’t Give up, no.
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