#marrage - Hello Poetry

It was only a few hours ago when I convinced you All so convincingly that she was all I needed I even started to believe it myself But it was only a fleeting moment of grace A thought of a lover's embrace It makes more sense when you have a reason to think About it less But coughing up change when she looks away Pretending you had it all covered The entire length's stay "So much it hurts..." There is beauty in pain Be the shooting star's wish - the one to come true Be everything and more Let me be the one to walk eternity with you

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Aug 19, 2015

Aug 19, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC

edgar-e-tobias

When Everyone Looks At Her (She's Looking at You)

It was only a few hours ago when I convinced you All so convincingly that she was all I needed I even started to believe it myself But it was only a fleeting moment of grace A thought of a lover's embrace It makes more sense when you have a reason to think About it less But coughing up change when she looks away Pretending you had it all covered The entire length's stay "So much it hurts..." There is beauty in pain Be the shooting star's wish - the one to come true Be everything and more Let me be the one to walk eternity with you

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.3% My mind is consumed with worry Over a subject that is 99.7% unlikely Yet that .3% barks at the gate of my mind Like a German Shepard at a mailman. I realize it is a small percent, But it is huge in my mind and in This moment of uncertainty. .3% means a second job, and sleepless nights. .3% means giving up on the youth That we have recently re-discovered. .3% means struggles that we are not prepared to face. .3% means we become boring for a while, And hope that we remember how to have fun years from now. .3% means forced interactions with family members, And eventual awkward conversations Filled with unwanted opinions on how to treat the .3%. And now I wait On a visitor that never calls ahead But always shows around the same time. A visitor that means sacrifice and stress, but at the end of the day Puts my mind at ease with their reassurances of the future. So please forgive me For constantly asking if they’ve arrived Carrying their red suitcase And marching through the airport Preaching the good world of 99.7%.

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May 30, 2018

May 30, 2018 at 9:03 AM UTC

JMBaldwin

.3%

.3% My mind is consumed with worry Over a subject that is 99.7% unlikely Yet that .3% barks at the gate of my mind Like a German Shepard at a mailman. I realize it is a small percent, But it is huge in my mind and in This moment of uncertainty. .3% means a second job, and sleepless nights. .3% means giving up on the youth That we have recently re-discovered. .3% means struggles that we are not prepared to face. .3% means we become boring for a while, And hope that we remember how to have fun years from now. .3% means forced interactions with family members, And eventual awkward conversations Filled with unwanted opinions on how to treat the .3%. And now I wait On a visitor that never calls ahead But always shows around the same time. A visitor that means sacrifice and stress, but at the end of the day Puts my mind at ease with their reassurances of the future. So please forgive me For constantly asking if they’ve arrived Carrying their red suitcase And marching through the airport Preaching the good world of 99.7%.

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Confess your love for her — or forever hold your breath, and watch her walk down the aisle toward someone she never truly chose. Say it now, while she can still be yours, while her heart still beats freely. Tell her — that you’ve loved her since the moment you first saw her. That her smile melts your heart every single time. That you can’t imagine a life without her. That she’s the reason you’re still breathing. That she’s the color on your blank canvas, the verse in every song you’ve ever written, the meaning in every moment you’ve lived. Tell her — you were never whole without her. That she was the missing piece to your puzzle, the one that made you complete. Because if you don’t… you’ll spend a lifetime wondering how it felt to be loved back by the one you never had the courage to fight for.

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Jul 4, 2025

Jul 4, 2025 at 7:53 AM UTC

Char_mour

Confess — Before It’s Too Late

Confess your love for her — or forever hold your breath, and watch her walk down the aisle toward someone she never truly chose. Say it now, while she can still be yours, while her heart still beats freely. Tell her — that you’ve loved her since the moment you first saw her. That her smile melts your heart every single time. That you can’t imagine a life without her. That she’s the reason you’re still breathing. That she’s the color on your blank canvas, the verse in every song you’ve ever written, the meaning in every moment you’ve lived. Tell her — you were never whole without her. That she was the missing piece to your puzzle, the one that made you complete. Because if you don’t… you’ll spend a lifetime wondering how it felt to be loved back by the one you never had the courage to fight for.

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let me love you like an zipper from a to xyz amazed am art bye bye baby cry cry cry dandelions eventually fragrances gallop gently jolting kindness love me now oh please questioned redundantly surely supposedly undefined violently x y x ? ... .. .

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Mar 3, 2018

Mar 3, 2018 at 9:57 PM UTC

lashingstars

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let me love you like an zipper from a to xyz amazed am art bye bye baby cry cry cry dandelions eventually fragrances gallop gently jolting kindness love me now oh please questioned redundantly surely supposedly undefined violently x y x ? ... .. .

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