#poetryforlove - Hello Poetry

Yes, we often come across one another at that old library All these years and you clueless of my intention Have you noticed I am always in your periphery I always pick the same book but never will I ever mention I remember the day you inquired about my favorite book A simple question, our first conversation, and your curious look I wish I could have said it was you The only book I read among the very few Again and Again

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May 11, 2020

May 11, 2020 at 12:50 PM UTC

BrighterDark

Again and Again

Yes, we often come across one another at that old library All these years and you clueless of my intention Have you noticed I am always in your periphery I always pick the same book but never will I ever mention I remember the day you inquired about my favorite book A simple question, our first conversation, and your curious look I wish I could have said it was you The only book I read among the very few Again and Again

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Drowning in the pool of judgement syndrome The cold water soothes my festering burn Tangled between hours like a ****** palindrome Air escapes my lungs like the westering sun So pull me against the gravity if you can These legs refuse to wake from their sleep face my tales of depravity a man Who begs for the ache but runs from the weeps The fading warmth welcomes this surging numbness Eyelids now decide to double their weights Intelligent ones breeding an incessant dumb race Thy deeds do not outweigh their widening plates Is it strange that i like my wounds fresh? Sort of like a hangover that never ends I hide my intentions behind this skin dress Reveal one day I must, infliction my only mend

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Apr 29, 2020

Apr 29, 2020 at 1:55 PM UTC

BrighterDark

Dark Embrace

Drowning in the pool of judgement syndrome The cold water soothes my festering burn Tangled between hours like a ****** palindrome Air escapes my lungs like the westering sun So pull me against the gravity if you can These legs refuse to wake from their sleep face my tales of depravity a man Who begs for the ache but runs from the weeps The fading warmth welcomes this surging numbness Eyelids now decide to double their weights Intelligent ones breeding an incessant dumb race Thy deeds do not outweigh their widening plates Is it strange that i like my wounds fresh? Sort of like a hangover that never ends I hide my intentions behind this skin dress Reveal one day I must, infliction my only mend

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The sky cries again in agony Flashing the lights to conceal its pain Hammered against the innocent dirt Losings its fight to get clean again Let this body soak up its share For darkness has a way to repair These wounds that run deeper than seas The mind says sorry, the heart says please! So, let the lights slowly dim out As pain has reached its maximum charts Can't help but embrace this inner shout The needle almost seems like poison darts

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Apr 29, 2020

Apr 29, 2020 at 2:00 PM UTC

BrighterDark

Sunken Deep

The sky cries again in agony Flashing the lights to conceal its pain Hammered against the innocent dirt Losings its fight to get clean again Let this body soak up its share For darkness has a way to repair These wounds that run deeper than seas The mind says sorry, the heart says please! So, let the lights slowly dim out As pain has reached its maximum charts Can't help but embrace this inner shout The needle almost seems like poison darts

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I'M SEARCHIN' EVERYDAY NOTHING COMES MY WAY STILL CAN'T FIND THE MELODY TO FINALLY COMPLETE THE ESSAY. I'VE MET THIS SWAIN SMILIN' AT ME CLAIMING THAT HE HAS THE MELODY AND CAN GET ME OUT OF MELANCHOLY. BUT I JUST LAUGHED AT HIM AND SAID, "YOU DON'T HAVE THE HARMONY." I KEEP ON SEARCHIN' BUT STILL FOUND NOTHING. THE SWAIN HOLD MY HAND SAYING, "IM THE ONE YOU'RE LOOKING AND THE PIECE THAT IS MISSING." AS I LOOK INTO THIS HANDSOME SWAIN, I'VE FOUND THE MELODY FLAUNTING IN THE RAIN. HE IS THE ONE WHO TAKE OFF ALL OF MY PAIN. HE REALLY IS THE MISSING PIECE THAT MADE ME SING AGAIN.

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Mar 26, 2018

Mar 26, 2018 at 6:41 AM UTC

JomarISaGirl

THE MISSING PIECE

I'M SEARCHIN' EVERYDAY NOTHING COMES MY WAY STILL CAN'T FIND THE MELODY TO FINALLY COMPLETE THE ESSAY. I'VE MET THIS SWAIN SMILIN' AT ME CLAIMING THAT HE HAS THE MELODY AND CAN GET ME OUT OF MELANCHOLY. BUT I JUST LAUGHED AT HIM AND SAID, "YOU DON'T HAVE THE HARMONY." I KEEP ON SEARCHIN' BUT STILL FOUND NOTHING. THE SWAIN HOLD MY HAND SAYING, "IM THE ONE YOU'RE LOOKING AND THE PIECE THAT IS MISSING." AS I LOOK INTO THIS HANDSOME SWAIN, I'VE FOUND THE MELODY FLAUNTING IN THE RAIN. HE IS THE ONE WHO TAKE OFF ALL OF MY PAIN. HE REALLY IS THE MISSING PIECE THAT MADE ME SING AGAIN.

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