#ruiz - Hello Poetry

I am not the one who thinks. I am the one who perceives.

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Feb 10, 2025

Feb 10, 2025 at 1:05 PM UTC

silvervi

Insight #5

I am not the one who thinks. I am the one who perceives.

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At some point explanations run thin, -and the truth reveals itself.

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Mar 23, 2018

Mar 23, 2018 at 10:27 AM UTC

david-john-mowers

Gossip

At some point explanations run thin, -and the truth reveals itself.

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My eyes caught your definition of external beauty, An internal mistake of mine arose, the silly things the mind can do, confusing dreams with reality, thoughts and cloudy passages, tales of us written in erroneous stone, as we moved together hand in hand, it was never to be, As I attempted to move closer, fear seemed to always knock on my door, more and more these dreams strangle, my internal vision of affection askew, Confidence was always my enemy, A fight continuing on to this day, Though you gave me strength I never knew I had, Nothing could stop this despairing outcome, ironic the names of us all can seem practical, like choosing a road to embark on, risking the treacherous circumstances, enjoying the scenery, hoping it would last, one must question of what could of been, changing these paths narrow and thin, though I only **** my eyes for gazing into yours, sprouting these maddening images galore, your passive counter attacks, great pain to my fortitude, a casualty wailing in confusion, never once did my retaliation ensue, You left one day, not a care for your actions, taking life by whatever pleased you most, temporary and short, I stood awaiting something new, away from this saddening impediment, troubling waves had not yet risen, awaiting my feeble heart, sadly from time to time, your face can make me smile, something so beautiful it pains me so, I guess love only matters if two become one, thats just how my story goes.

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Dec 29, 2015

Dec 29, 2015 at 3:13 AM UTC

matthew-rodarte

Steffy

My eyes caught your definition of external beauty, An internal mistake of mine arose, the silly things the mind can do, confusing dreams with reality, thoughts and cloudy passages, tales of us written in erroneous stone, as we moved together hand in hand, it was never to be, As I attempted to move closer, fear seemed to always knock on my door, more and more these dreams strangle, my internal vision of affection askew, Confidence was always my enemy, A fight continuing on to this day, Though you gave me strength I never knew I had, Nothing could stop this despairing outcome, ironic the names of us all can seem practical, like choosing a road to embark on, risking the treacherous circumstances, enjoying the scenery, hoping it would last, one must question of what could of been, changing these paths narrow and thin, though I only **** my eyes for gazing into yours, sprouting these maddening images galore, your passive counter attacks, great pain to my fortitude, a casualty wailing in confusion, never once did my retaliation ensue, You left one day, not a care for your actions, taking life by whatever pleased you most, temporary and short, I stood awaiting something new, away from this saddening impediment, troubling waves had not yet risen, awaiting my feeble heart, sadly from time to time, your face can make me smile, something so beautiful it pains me so, I guess love only matters if two become one, thats just how my story goes.

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