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I could stare at the sun if I was promised I'd see your face. I'd go blind searching for the bridge of your nose, the crease of your eyelids, the curve of your lips. In the visual silence I'd forever see you. A promise held true. Even in blindness, I'd still see you.
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Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 12:22 PM UTC
You are My Sight
It felt like a dream sometimes… You and me! I closed the book and moved away, I thought we were two parallel lines. and Our story in the test of time; It just couldn’t stay! Time passed and years flew, Our story broke and our pages torn, My words had faded but your ink still run… Little did I know, Between all these years and frozen memories Our story was waiting to be reborn! And then one day … I travelled the same roads again, looking for you in the places we were, You were standing there with arms open your voice was different yet still the same And suddenly , my heart… it was longing to see you and embrace your name. I thought we were drawn as parallel lines, unbent, unswayed , untouched Together forever but never home but then I saw you… I was wrong all along the way we were not parallel lines … theres a magnetic pull to us… A different kind of force, running through our past lives that always draws us to the same old course. We are not lines, we never were… infact we are a circle wide and vast A stubborn thread that keeps looping in… A loop through our futures and past, An open circle, running thru the test of time May be some wrong turns… but hearts that always yearn… Then I saw you and the circle closed, We are no longer lost in the lines… Like lovers from last life…. Our story carved thru fragments of time… Two hearts, fully in love and free… no longer bound by lines but infinity!
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Jan 11, 2025
Jan 11, 2025 at 4:25 PM UTC
Full Circle
From talking about studies, To late night romantic chats. From exchanging notebooks, To passing the love letters. From making eye contacts, To those sweet kisses. This is our journey from Classmates to SOULMATES!!! ~your smiling queen :)
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Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 3:25 AM UTC
Soulmates!
Like raindrops of cloudy monsoon I keep wishing to meet you as soon. God makes my desperation more complex until I see you And I keep thinking about the dreams with u I want to pursue.
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May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 7:45 AM UTC
When we Meet...
We both know it is very difficult to find love, so we stay. And a thousand lifetimes, I tell you, have always brought me to you. I have become accustomed to looking for you. As if you were a light in all of my darkness of misdirection. It is the honest truth. With seeing you and being by your side I live very happy love.
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Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 3:22 PM UTC
Honest to Love | Witron
Our love was meant to be eternal, But our love Was wishéd upon the sun Bound together as the sun shines Unbound forever as the sun sets   Our love was meant to be eternal, But our love Was not wishéd upon the moon Bound together as the moon shines Bound forever, for the moon sets not
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC
Lovéd upon the moon
He sits on the carousel wheel, her lover neglectful- looks over the night as the neon illuminates the shiny people. He sits on the carousel wheel and loves to get stuck at the top so he may contemplate jumping, so to contemplate swinging with madness from one cart to another and then safely to the cart that holds her. Hero, him. He looks over the crowd as they swish around him- sway around him moving by him as if they were dancing to a song in his head but he is not dancing. He's looking for her. He pops several balloons with a fiery dart walks away from the girl with the silken stockings held to her thigh by violet bow...a violent blow to his lustful ways, he looks firmly down to the dirt on his boots, kicks rocks, kicks air. Stops at the man who swallows fire from a stick, "answer me, answer me"- the man spits ember lies. He's looking for her in each clown pulling their make up down with his finger and it looks like they're crying so he can't really know if it is her he has found? Oh neglectful lover. He busies himself by winning a prize for his beloved, his lost A prize- his reward for believing in true love. He busies himself, knocks down milk bottles- and punches the punching bags insults the slow and disgusted carnie hags, He moves from gate to gate and it feels more like Hades inside where he's lost her so he's been lost. When he's lost her he's scared that she will not feel, lost but found. And he will not feel found- but destroyed. Teacups to twirl around the dance he will swirl her around to the day that he marries her, if he can find her, nay- when he can find her... he'll put her in the teacup ride and never let the spinning stop. He'll fill her life with lights and sounds and cotton candy and he'll marry her he will right on the tiptop of the ferris wheel where he sits looking round. sahn 10/19/14
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 3:13 AM UTC
The Carnie
He sits on the carousel wheel, her lover neglectful- looks over the night as the neon illuminates the shiny people. He sits on the carousel wheel and loves to get stuck at the top so he may contemplate jumping, so to contemplate swinging with madness from one cart to another and then safely to the cart that holds her. Hero, him. He looks over the crowd as they swish around him- sway around him moving by him as if they were dancing to a song in his head but he is not dancing. He's looking for her. He pops several balloons with a fiery dart walks away from the girl with the silken stockings held to her thigh by violet bow...a violent blow to his lustful ways, he looks firmly down to the dirt on his boots, kicks rocks, kicks air. Stops at the man who swallows fire from a stick, "answer me, answer me"- the man spits ember lies. He's looking for her in each clown pulling their make up down with his finger and it looks like they're crying so he can't really know if it is her he has found? Oh neglectful lover. He busies himself by winning a prize for his beloved, his lost A prize- his reward for believing in true love. He busies himself, knocks down milk bottles- and punches the punching bags insults the slow and disgusted carnie hags, He moves from gate to gate and it feels more like Hades inside where he's lost her so he's been lost. When he's lost her he's scared that she will not feel, lost but found. And he will not feel found- but destroyed. Teacups to twirl around the dance he will swirl her around to the day that he marries her, if he can find her, nay- when he can find her... he'll put her in the teacup ride and never let the spinning stop. He'll fill her life with lights and sounds and cotton candy and he'll marry her he will right on the tiptop of the ferris wheel where he sits looking round. sahn 10/19/14
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You sit beside me on the train, Your hand reaches for mine as I feel your soft touch against my pale rough skin, I look into your mesmerizing eyes and tell you that you are beautiful, You chuckle as your cheeks glow bright pink, People stare at me, But no one seems to notice you, I hold your hand as we stroll through the park, Your innocent smile sending me into a daze of emotions, Lighting a fire in my heart that burns full of passion and love, The warm touch of your skin against mine, And yet, I still feel the cool summer's breeze blowing against my fingers, After dinner we wander aimlessly enjoying each others presence, Joke after joke, Laugh after laugh, We soon find ourselves at the front of my door, I love you I say as I move closer towards you, Your tender lips touch mine, But I don't feel anything, I wake up to you gazing into my eyes, Your silky brown hair flowing elegantly with the calm breeze, I look deep into your eyes, Entrapped in a everlasting trance, A tear rolls down my cheek, The alarm clock buzzes, The tune ringing in my ears until finally snapping me out of it, After getting dressed into my black suit, I slowly trudge towards the door, The sunlight shines onto my skin, But not warming it, Only making it colder, I enter the car to find a picture of you and I at our wedding, As I start up the car engine, Tears uncontrollably escape my eyes, I reverse the car out of the driveway, With my soul filled with darkness, My heart full of sadness, My body aching of pain, I drive off to Your Funeral
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 7:45 AM UTC
Mad, in Love
You sit beside me on the train, Your hand reaches for mine as I feel your soft touch against my pale rough skin, I look into your mesmerizing eyes and tell you that you are beautiful, You chuckle as your cheeks glow bright pink, People stare at me, But no one seems to notice you, I hold your hand as we stroll through the park, Your innocent smile sending me into a daze of emotions, Lighting a fire in my heart that burns full of passion and love, The warm touch of your skin against mine, And yet, I still feel the cool summer's breeze blowing against my fingers, After dinner we wander aimlessly enjoying each others presence, Joke after joke, Laugh after laugh, We soon find ourselves at the front of my door, I love you I say as I move closer towards you, Your tender lips touch mine, But I don't feel anything, I wake up to you gazing into my eyes, Your silky brown hair flowing elegantly with the calm breeze, I look deep into your eyes, Entrapped in a everlasting trance, A tear rolls down my cheek, The alarm clock buzzes, The tune ringing in my ears until finally snapping me out of it, After getting dressed into my black suit, I slowly trudge towards the door, The sunlight shines onto my skin, But not warming it, Only making it colder, I enter the car to find a picture of you and I at our wedding, As I start up the car engine, Tears uncontrollably escape my eyes, I reverse the car out of the driveway, With my soul filled with darkness, My heart full of sadness, My body aching of pain, I drive off to Your Funeral
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