#misses
Fine
She's letting you go
She knows
You were never hers
You knew
It will never work
Please don't give anymore hopes
Don't slide into her DM
Tell her how much you misses her
Cause at the end of the day
You'll never come
That breaks her so bad
She loves you
One which will never change
Yes, she's stupid
The most
Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 7:29 AM UTC
Adoring a girl, fighting a virus
I love and fight both nonsynchronous
I am a mere lover in a quarentine
Long distant misery, that's what I mean
Time passes, I misses
Playing cards, smoking cigarettes
Writing all the day, dreaming all the night
My heart is beating, my brain is still in a fight
For your loving in a condition of a loneliness
In my boring silent bedroom, where darkness
A poor heart yearning and love sickness
That's a love in a quarentine
I'm in love isolated in my quarantine
Drawing with words, catching scene
Looking to your photo, reading your posts
I'm in a deep love issue, I have never seen
I'm writing to you honey with my bored tears
How cruel the world to put us apart
You know how I'm living, y'know how we feel
Still hoping honey, all of this is temporary
And my love for you is real..
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 7:15 AM UTC
I shared so many firsts with you
That I wasn't prepared for our last
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 3:43 PM UTC
I miss the way we used to sit
How you'd fall asleep on my shoulder cold
How you quietly would look at me, and I at you, because we'd know
I miss the everyday secret things
Which we used to do and could've been
With a oneness and once unified breath
I miss these more than anything
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC
Drinking coffee in the morning
Got my laptop on and start writing
Wonder what I’ll write about today
About how I left or how I wish I had stayed?
That one song came on and reminded me of you
Our memories stuck on my mind like glue
Sat on my chair and stared into nothingness
I tried to move on, God knows I did my best
In my head, we’re flying into a clear blue sky
But when I open my eyes, all I can do is sigh
There’s not much I can really do
You and I are just simply through
I don’t hate you, I miss you
Wish you could say the same about me too
I’ll keep you forever in my memory
One day I’ll smile when I think of them, you’ll see
You’re my first love and best friend
Yes, it’s bad, the way we had to end
But I still wish you’d always be happy
You’re the best guy I know, you’ll always be
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 7:34 AM UTC
an
rose
told me
to let
my
tear drops
preform
in her
dream
let us write
this beautiful line to hold up an
?
...
..
.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 9:06 AM UTC
I inhale it, i inject it in to my heart. Its the dust
That penetrates my pores, that love I,ve been
Inhaling even though some times it has
Shattered my heart.
The dust of love is addictive, specially once
A heart is broken. More is needed to mend the
Cracks to mend the feelings. Shattered in this
Dust filled aching heart.
I am addicted to this dust, I need it for my heart.
I'm not the only one but there are dangers, because
If a heart is broken it can lead to your death.
Because some times the dust is not enough to mend,
The soul decays because it misses the other beat.
Fleeting and faint leading away from the heart.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 4:49 PM UTC
Love,
I confess, you are,
heavenly looking,
baby face, by universe.
Words drifting, over your,
lips, saying, i love you.
soften my flesh,
melted, my blood.
like, thawing, icy rocks.
Gentle, slushy, is your,
soul, how adorable,
angelic, shivering me.
O love.
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
Dame Maladie lâchez moi donc un peu !
Dame Maladie vous fûtes une compagne,
Empressée, aux soins jaloux.
Souvent c'était le nez coulant, plus que nature.
qui donnait au sinus, brûlures de vinaigre.
Enfant c'était l'asthme, d'étouffements suivis,
M'empêchant de dormir, autrement qu'en fauteuil.
Puis dans les années ou tant de sots font carrière,
Ce fut la Melancholia et des longues angoisses,
La sensation terrible de ne pouvoir écrire,
En tout cas au rythme que l'on m'avait fixé,
et les conseil idiots, de tant de bien-portants,
souvent suivi de honte de me voir méprisé.
Puis vint cet eczéma comme une fournaise,
Faisant brûler la peau, comme de, feu Nessus,
La tunique brûlante, puis l'envie de gratter,
Qui soulage la peine avant de l'aggraver.
et mon corps désormais, prenant peur du salé de la mer,
dont enfant j'aimais tant à chevaucher les vagues.
Quelques années plus **** l'intestin, à son tour,
Vint s'occuper de moi et me tenir prostré,
Car riz, charbon et coing restaient insuffisants,
Pour stopper les coliques qui me tenaient chez moi,
la position couchée devenant un refuge,
et seule la lecture me tenait compagnie.
Certes la Médecine est une grande Dame.
Que j'appris a connaître au delà du commun.
Elle sait bien soulager mais rarement guérir.
Et sa fréquentation n'admet point le divorce.
Un jour, peut être, hélas, mes sens s'apaiseront.
Mais pour un long sommeil qui se nomme la Mort,
Paul Arrighi
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
BY aRCASSIN bURNHAM
Seeing all this in third person,
just doesnt do it justice,
perhaps you may become a surgeon,
or making pastries think and blisses,
is it safe to call you misses,
looking at the world around you,
or did i completely forget about you,
you made me give up my family,
too many people were about the betrayal,
and at the time did i see you as a threat,
at time only time could tell,
x3
get it,
you heard all things about me,
are they a witness,
calling to jesus,
is it safe to call you misses.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
You're not very far but you feel light years away
It's as if I'll never see that smile adorn your face
It's killing me to dream in a bed all alone,
Dreaming only of you
But am I really alone?
Maybe if I think about you enough, you'll finally appear
It's the law of attraction, I'll manifest you from my tears
You're 70% water anyway, if science is right
And if it just might work,
I think I'll give it try
First, I'll imagine your lips, pulling taughnt in a smile
It's quite attractive if I remember, though it has been awhile
Then the sound of your voice;
O, how it makes my tender heart
Rejoice
Next, your soft hands, running over the curve and dip of my waist
These memories, such sweetness.. I hope they don't go to waste
The taste of your lips as they move feverishly with mine,
These memories are surely fading
With the passing of time
I never knew which spice it was, but you always smell of spices
I can almost smell it now.. These five senses must be my vices
And you've still yet to show your face
Maybe I forget something..
Again then, just in case
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC