#lostconnection - Hello Poetry

Our moment is lost in time. A single moment of something right. A moment that I owe to fate Until it ended and it's too late. And if we are to meet again I don't know how, I don't know when. Amidst the lanterns in the rain Frontrunner of the parade. And since that day you stole the night I'm left with stars to wish upon; One by one, disappears the light And my burning heart is left undone. I dared to seek even I am blind I dared to find, I dared to fight. But fate is a fiddler, forever a riddler And truth in the eyes of a weary soldier. And if success is hidden from my palm I guess the storm is in the calm. So come find me and seize the day, Surround in heat and start the flame. Defy the odds and sweep me off my feet And in the sour, you'll be the sweet. Come find me now, I'm done finding you, I dare you to come find me too.

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Jan 22, 2016

Jan 22, 2016 at 1:08 PM UTC

pauline-celerio

I Dare You

Our moment is lost in time. A single moment of something right. A moment that I owe to fate Until it ended and it's too late. And if we are to meet again I don't know how, I don't know when. Amidst the lanterns in the rain Frontrunner of the parade. And since that day you stole the night I'm left with stars to wish upon; One by one, disappears the light And my burning heart is left undone. I dared to seek even I am blind I dared to find, I dared to fight. But fate is a fiddler, forever a riddler And truth in the eyes of a weary soldier. And if success is hidden from my palm I guess the storm is in the calm. So come find me and seize the day, Surround in heat and start the flame. Defy the odds and sweep me off my feet And in the sour, you'll be the sweet. Come find me now, I'm done finding you, I dare you to come find me too.

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A vision — that’s what you were. Not a friend, nor a lover, but an idea my mind couldn’t help but wander to. I drew portraits of you in my head, thinking this is what you’re supposed to look like when certain emotions are finally let to be expressed — making me want you the most, making me love you the least. So again, a vision — that’s what you are. Not a friend, nor a lover, just an idea that my mind — shouldn't— but maybe sometimes still — ...still wanders to.

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Jul 6, 2025

Jul 6, 2025 at 11:28 PM UTC

monue

vision

A vision — that’s what you were. Not a friend, nor a lover, but an idea my mind couldn’t help but wander to. I drew portraits of you in my head, thinking this is what you’re supposed to look like when certain emotions are finally let to be expressed — making me want you the most, making me love you the least. So again, a vision — that’s what you are. Not a friend, nor a lover, just an idea that my mind — shouldn't— but maybe sometimes still — ...still wanders to.

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The feeling of emptiness I feel is incomparable to any kind of pain. The feeling of disgust you have for me is eating away at me. How much I wish I had you by my side. How much I wish everything could go back to the way it was before, when it was just you and me and nothing else mattered, when I was your only certainty among a thousand, when you always wrote to me, even at night. What has changed? Am I not enough for you? What I do is never enough, it's eating away at my soul. How much I wish I could hate you right now, you have no **** idea. I just wish I could erase you from my life, pretend you never existed. Why do you do this to me? How many tears have I shed for you, and how many words I write for you when I'm not even one of your frequent thoughts. I just want you to reciprocate. That's all I miss is what we had. I would go back a thousand times over. I want you so much that you're my constant thought. I can't stop thinking about you and me and what I wish would happen. I miss you so much, please come back to me, please, I need it.

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Mar 17

Mar 17, 2026 at 6:25 PM UTC

Rory111

Still thinking of you

The feeling of emptiness I feel is incomparable to any kind of pain. The feeling of disgust you have for me is eating away at me. How much I wish I had you by my side. How much I wish everything could go back to the way it was before, when it was just you and me and nothing else mattered, when I was your only certainty among a thousand, when you always wrote to me, even at night. What has changed? Am I not enough for you? What I do is never enough, it's eating away at my soul. How much I wish I could hate you right now, you have no **** idea. I just wish I could erase you from my life, pretend you never existed. Why do you do this to me? How many tears have I shed for you, and how many words I write for you when I'm not even one of your frequent thoughts. I just want you to reciprocate. That's all I miss is what we had. I would go back a thousand times over. I want you so much that you're my constant thought. I can't stop thinking about you and me and what I wish would happen. I miss you so much, please come back to me, please, I need it.

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I look back at our photo — two smiles caught mid-laughter, too real to fake, even with life weighing heavy on us. Back then, we didn’t have much, but we had that — something solid, unspoken. Now, our smiles in pictures feel like strangers wearing our faces. And though a part of me wants to stay angry, there’s still a small corner of my heart that waits for you to say something — anything — that sounds like the old us. People keep asking, like they expect me to have all the words. But why is it only me who has to say what happened? Why not you? Do you ever stop and wonder how much it hurts — not just losing what we were, but never really knowing why?

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Jun 23, 2025

Jun 23, 2025 at 8:54 AM UTC

Deluna

What Was Left Unsaid

I look back at our photo — two smiles caught mid-laughter, too real to fake, even with life weighing heavy on us. Back then, we didn’t have much, but we had that — something solid, unspoken. Now, our smiles in pictures feel like strangers wearing our faces. And though a part of me wants to stay angry, there’s still a small corner of my heart that waits for you to say something — anything — that sounds like the old us. People keep asking, like they expect me to have all the words. But why is it only me who has to say what happened? Why not you? Do you ever stop and wonder how much it hurts — not just losing what we were, but never really knowing why?

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Dearest Muse I remember our journey through school like yesterday— memories to cherish, lessons to learn. Today brings opportunities to grow; tomorrow offers new beginnings to embrace. Yet I fail to understand why I stand here alone. Dear Friend I remember your laughter echoing through our halls— steady as sunrise, bold as our dreams. You carried us through exams and heartbreaks, stitched courage into every stumble. Today I walk forward with your strength in my stride; tomorrow, I’ll carry your name in my heart. I fail to understand why you feel alone. My Dearest Muse I stand looking across the sea— alone, hoping for a glimpse of you.

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Feb 20

Feb 20, 2026 at 5:30 AM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

Unwritten Letters

Dearest Muse I remember our journey through school like yesterday— memories to cherish, lessons to learn. Today brings opportunities to grow; tomorrow offers new beginnings to embrace. Yet I fail to understand why I stand here alone. Dear Friend I remember your laughter echoing through our halls— steady as sunrise, bold as our dreams. You carried us through exams and heartbreaks, stitched courage into every stumble. Today I walk forward with your strength in my stride; tomorrow, I’ll carry your name in my heart. I fail to understand why you feel alone. My Dearest Muse I stand looking across the sea— alone, hoping for a glimpse of you.

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Why did you treat me so well? You said you love me, You said you loved me for everything. Why do you say I'm horrible? Why? I softly whispered for help, you ignored me. Why? I told you what has been picking at me like a mosquito that never dies You treated me like l screamed, I hate you Why? I told my struggles, You treated them as nothing. Why? You say, Just stop worrying about it, Just stop overthinking it, It’s not that big of a deal. Why? I'd light a match, slowly burn myself for you, watching sand fall, You don't grasp how much I do. Why? I'd predict the future, I'd fight, I'd forget the past, I would do anything. Would you? What did I do for you to forget the promise? Why do you give me words that have no grasp of the love we once had? Why? Why? Why?

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12h ago

Jun 5, 2026 at 1:23 AM UTC

Torres912

Why?

Why did you treat me so well? You said you love me, You said you loved me for everything. Why do you say I'm horrible? Why? I softly whispered for help, you ignored me. Why? I told you what has been picking at me like a mosquito that never dies You treated me like l screamed, I hate you Why? I told my struggles, You treated them as nothing. Why? You say, Just stop worrying about it, Just stop overthinking it, It’s not that big of a deal. Why? I'd light a match, slowly burn myself for you, watching sand fall, You don't grasp how much I do. Why? I'd predict the future, I'd fight, I'd forget the past, I would do anything. Would you? What did I do for you to forget the promise? Why do you give me words that have no grasp of the love we once had? Why? Why? Why?

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