#hopelessly - Hello Poetry

not that this bothers me, the shades of your silliness. the presence, my dear. because if it did then, i would’ve ceased at delivering these words. admittedly then, the silly person, i suppose, must be me.

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Sep 28, 2023

Sep 28, 2023 at 3:13 AM UTC

tulipsinherpocket

hopelessly

not that this bothers me, the shades of your silliness. the presence, my dear. because if it did then, i would’ve ceased at delivering these words. admittedly then, the silly person, i suppose, must be me.

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I almost loved you more than life itself But while I loved you, I lost myself You idolized my body with fervent desire You whispered words of desperate love and I allowed you to consume me Each time we touched I pressed my body close, wanting more needing more I wanted our hearts to be one to connect, to unite And when you looked into my eyes I was consumed by your stare And I fell so desperately and hopelessly In love with you Almost more than life itself

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Mar 31, 2020

Mar 31, 2020 at 10:06 AM UTC

Itunuwrites

Hopelessly in Love With You

I almost loved you more than life itself But while I loved you, I lost myself You idolized my body with fervent desire You whispered words of desperate love and I allowed you to consume me Each time we touched I pressed my body close, wanting more needing more I wanted our hearts to be one to connect, to unite And when you looked into my eyes I was consumed by your stare And I fell so desperately and hopelessly In love with you Almost more than life itself

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You entered my soul and pierced my heart making me beg for your love for ages now desperate I must seem hopeless my friends say but I know no ther way than loving you

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Feb 17, 2019

Feb 17, 2019 at 7:01 AM UTC

zz-1

Beggar

You entered my soul and pierced my heart making me beg for your love for ages now desperate I must seem hopeless my friends say but I know no ther way than loving you

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Present age is as horrible as anything Present day is as gloomy as anything Present time is as unforgiving as hell This is what I feel. But I'll make my present worthwhile, Someday surely in another life.

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Feb 2, 2016

Feb 2, 2016 at 5:37 AM UTC

Atul

Present

Present age is as horrible as anything Present day is as gloomy as anything Present time is as unforgiving as hell This is what I feel. But I'll make my present worthwhile, Someday surely in another life.

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And I've seen what that kind of love can do to people. I've seen it shred their insides apart , I've seen it set fire to eyes once calmed of storms. I've seen that kind of love make people blind to what's right in front of them. To the idea that maybe they're , the only ones , who think happiness can be bottled up and kept for the rainy days. It's agonizing. Really. Watching someone become so consumed by a feeling that it takes away the common sense it takes to notice that things aren't right. That kind of love , it chews you up , spits you out , and gargles just to be sure the very last taste of you is gone. That kind of love. The kind of love that isn't ready to meet you on the bridge but fools you into jumping off the edge with your eyes closed. That kind of love. The kind of love everyone should be afraid of.

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Sep 25, 2015

Sep 25, 2015 at 7:55 PM UTC

Smiler142

That kind of love.

And I've seen what that kind of love can do to people. I've seen it shred their insides apart , I've seen it set fire to eyes once calmed of storms. I've seen that kind of love make people blind to what's right in front of them. To the idea that maybe they're , the only ones , who think happiness can be bottled up and kept for the rainy days. It's agonizing. Really. Watching someone become so consumed by a feeling that it takes away the common sense it takes to notice that things aren't right. That kind of love , it chews you up , spits you out , and gargles just to be sure the very last taste of you is gone. That kind of love. The kind of love that isn't ready to meet you on the bridge but fools you into jumping off the edge with your eyes closed. That kind of love. The kind of love everyone should be afraid of.

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**Experience is a funny thing, Most times in a way that doesn't Make you laugh.** I've put on my mask before, Many times over the years. You can't help but be upset, So let me see the tears. If your words say you're fine, Then why don't your eyes say the same? Don't lie to me, I invented that look But you're not the one to blame. Don't tell yourself you're ok When you know that's not the truth. You think you're fooling everyone when All you fool is you. It's not "being strong" that makes it better, Whatever that even means. It's by accepting you're upset and hurt; That you're just a human being. You want love? You are loved. An open heart? Into mine you can pour. I'd rather see my heart get destroyed than You hopelessly giving up yours. Feel your feelings, Let those demons out. 'Cause when they're locked up They too scream and shout. You're beautiful when you cry, As with everything you do. When beads of tears roll down your face I see the beautiful in you.

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Jan 14, 2015

Jan 14, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC

charlie-trafagander

A Letter To A Friend

**Experience is a funny thing, Most times in a way that doesn't Make you laugh.** I've put on my mask before, Many times over the years. You can't help but be upset, So let me see the tears. If your words say you're fine, Then why don't your eyes say the same? Don't lie to me, I invented that look But you're not the one to blame. Don't tell yourself you're ok When you know that's not the truth. You think you're fooling everyone when All you fool is you. It's not "being strong" that makes it better, Whatever that even means. It's by accepting you're upset and hurt; That you're just a human being. You want love? You are loved. An open heart? Into mine you can pour. I'd rather see my heart get destroyed than You hopelessly giving up yours. Feel your feelings, Let those demons out. 'Cause when they're locked up They too scream and shout. You're beautiful when you cry, As with everything you do. When beads of tears roll down your face I see the beautiful in you.

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Does she hold you like I used to? When you were too scared to pick your head up from my shoulder? Does she hum to you at night like I used to? When your mind was too restless to allow you to close your eyes? Does she make you laugh like I used to? When you'd stop only because you felt like your stomach was on fire? Does she make you feel bothered like I used to? Does she make you feel mad like I used to? Does she make you want to scream like I used to? Was I ever even enough for you? Will she ever even be enough for you? Will she write one of these poems four years from now like I am? Will she wonder what she ever did to deserve the hurt you caused? Will she prevail? Will she crumble? I'm still trying to figure out which one I'm doing. You have made my life confusing. Will I ever feel comfortable holding someone again? Will I ever hum to another late at night? Will I ever tell a joke just to hear another laugh? Will they ever make me feel like you did? Will she wonder the same things four years from now? Will she think about me then? She took what was mine and in the end I wouldn't be surprised if someone took what she though was hers.

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Aug 2, 2014

Aug 2, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC

elizabeth-lawrence

NoName3

Does she hold you like I used to? When you were too scared to pick your head up from my shoulder? Does she hum to you at night like I used to? When your mind was too restless to allow you to close your eyes? Does she make you laugh like I used to? When you'd stop only because you felt like your stomach was on fire? Does she make you feel bothered like I used to? Does she make you feel mad like I used to? Does she make you want to scream like I used to? Was I ever even enough for you? Will she ever even be enough for you? Will she write one of these poems four years from now like I am? Will she wonder what she ever did to deserve the hurt you caused? Will she prevail? Will she crumble? I'm still trying to figure out which one I'm doing. You have made my life confusing. Will I ever feel comfortable holding someone again? Will I ever hum to another late at night? Will I ever tell a joke just to hear another laugh? Will they ever make me feel like you did? Will she wonder the same things four years from now? Will she think about me then? She took what was mine and in the end I wouldn't be surprised if someone took what she though was hers.

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the hopeless daydreamers, are the best kind of people, because they have low expectations and won't get too high, just so they can sink too low. life is so much easier when you have no hope, because you already know that all of your dreams will be crushed by destiny and karma.

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Apr 25, 2014

Apr 25, 2014 at 7:39 AM UTC

starlightning

no hope

the hopeless daydreamers, are the best kind of people, because they have low expectations and won't get too high, just so they can sink too low. life is so much easier when you have no hope, because you already know that all of your dreams will be crushed by destiny and karma.

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