#skinnylove - Hello Poetry

my dear heart, it's flying flying aloft it might reach nirvana . in the deep sea of desperate you fell and scattered i'm in the verge of expectation. hoping for you would come back one day

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Jun 10, 2020

Jun 10, 2020 at 11:00 AM UTC

mazeofeeling

i left my heart at the sea

my dear heart, it's flying flying aloft it might reach nirvana . in the deep sea of desperate you fell and scattered i'm in the verge of expectation. hoping for you would come back one day

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I've spilled your name and my feelings on fallen lashes and wishbones. I've read 1950s love letters and wondered if we would've had exchanged some had we lived that time. I've stayed up late in air-conditioned rooms; a ****** for midnight voice between your broken smiles. But boy, this isn't a confession of how enchanted I am of you. This is just me realizing that somehow, you can make a dismal world look a little less messed up; god, you're beautiful for it. This is just me realizing that I can stay with you for all the reasons they left you for. This is just me realizing that I can fall for you, so, so deep, if allow myself. and feel like I was falling to the clouds. Boy, this isn't love, but somehow, it's so much more. This is a saving grace wrapped in chipped nails and stories that make you feel more human. This is a silver lining. This is chance. This is light, This is hope for damaged people like us. This is us — surviving. This is us — living.

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Jul 26, 2019

Jul 26, 2019 at 5:25 AM UTC

femininedeath

lifeline

I've spilled your name and my feelings on fallen lashes and wishbones. I've read 1950s love letters and wondered if we would've had exchanged some had we lived that time. I've stayed up late in air-conditioned rooms; a ****** for midnight voice between your broken smiles. But boy, this isn't a confession of how enchanted I am of you. This is just me realizing that somehow, you can make a dismal world look a little less messed up; god, you're beautiful for it. This is just me realizing that I can stay with you for all the reasons they left you for. This is just me realizing that I can fall for you, so, so deep, if allow myself. and feel like I was falling to the clouds. Boy, this isn't love, but somehow, it's so much more. This is a saving grace wrapped in chipped nails and stories that make you feel more human. This is a silver lining. This is chance. This is light, This is hope for damaged people like us. This is us — surviving. This is us — living.

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They say that heartbreak is one of the worst feelings you will experience during your time in this world. And I used to believe that, until I was standing and looking at someone that I wanted, who wanted me too but we couldn’t have each other. Our hands longed to touch one another, feel a sensation we felt once and never again. Run our fingertips over the surface of each others skin, and never wanting to stop because in that moment, we both felt whole. And we both felt something that we didn’t for a really long time, and maybe we would be okay because we were meant to feel each others embrace, or maybe at the last second, one of us would pull away because there wasn’t enough time left for us to feel. Because maybe it’s better to end things short and move on, instead of trailing along for something we both knew wouldn’t last much longer. But something about knowing, makes it hurt even more. Because we both knew we were enough for one another.

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Jun 1, 2019

Jun 1, 2019 at 10:34 AM UTC

ellianalyn

Longing

They say that heartbreak is one of the worst feelings you will experience during your time in this world. And I used to believe that, until I was standing and looking at someone that I wanted, who wanted me too but we couldn’t have each other. Our hands longed to touch one another, feel a sensation we felt once and never again. Run our fingertips over the surface of each others skin, and never wanting to stop because in that moment, we both felt whole. And we both felt something that we didn’t for a really long time, and maybe we would be okay because we were meant to feel each others embrace, or maybe at the last second, one of us would pull away because there wasn’t enough time left for us to feel. Because maybe it’s better to end things short and move on, instead of trailing along for something we both knew wouldn’t last much longer. But something about knowing, makes it hurt even more. Because we both knew we were enough for one another.

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Love me, when I don’t love myself Your the best that ever happened Your skin so deep, I can tell On a winter day your warm as hell

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Dec 6, 2018

Dec 6, 2018 at 11:50 PM UTC

Loveme

For any winter lovers

Love me, when I don’t love myself Your the best that ever happened Your skin so deep, I can tell On a winter day your warm as hell

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You are autumn. Chilly outside, but inside, you are warm. Being around you is like being curled up indoors with a book, Wrapped in your own universe. Maybe some hot cocoa, a little sugar. Maybe tea, bittersweet and rich with thought. You are colours bursting with life, Blazing reds and yellows against a brilliant blue sky. You are serien. Peace. You are the leaves that crunch, when you step on them. You are the smell on August chilly mornings That melts into a sunshine filled paradise. You are autumn. You are also winter. Frostbitten on the outside in a facade of cold, Bitterness that has built up through the year. But underneath all that you are clear, starry skies. You illuminate things when it is least expected. Underneath the cold you bring warmth Comfort and shelter from the raging storms outside. You are waking up curled in blankets on a bed That calls for you as you try to wake. You are a hug when it feels like nothing is going right. You are winter You are fall I wish you were mine.

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Oct 3, 2018

Oct 3, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC

PoetryKing

You are

You are autumn. Chilly outside, but inside, you are warm. Being around you is like being curled up indoors with a book, Wrapped in your own universe. Maybe some hot cocoa, a little sugar. Maybe tea, bittersweet and rich with thought. You are colours bursting with life, Blazing reds and yellows against a brilliant blue sky. You are serien. Peace. You are the leaves that crunch, when you step on them. You are the smell on August chilly mornings That melts into a sunshine filled paradise. You are autumn. You are also winter. Frostbitten on the outside in a facade of cold, Bitterness that has built up through the year. But underneath all that you are clear, starry skies. You illuminate things when it is least expected. Underneath the cold you bring warmth Comfort and shelter from the raging storms outside. You are waking up curled in blankets on a bed That calls for you as you try to wake. You are a hug when it feels like nothing is going right. You are winter You are fall I wish you were mine.

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I had high hopes you’d make a sincere lover I had high hopes despite your dark past I had high hopes you were determined to change I had high hopes you understood what I meant by change I had high hopes despite our differences I had high hopes we could work something out I have high hopes now I was truly biased

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Mar 14, 2018

Mar 14, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC

jaslinamedee

High hopes

I had high hopes you’d make a sincere lover I had high hopes despite your dark past I had high hopes you were determined to change I had high hopes you understood what I meant by change I had high hopes despite our differences I had high hopes we could work something out I have high hopes now I was truly biased

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For when he appears, My lungs fill with flowers And for a moment I Forget to breathe. The slumberling caterpillar In my stomach Performs metamorphosis And flutters around Trying to break free. The rivers named veins Fill and rush to my chest, To my head and I forget to think. For when he smiles, His eyes come alive, And I wonder Does he thinks of me this way.

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Sep 20, 2017

Sep 20, 2017 at 11:38 AM UTC

Katelynxlove

He Appears

For when he appears, My lungs fill with flowers And for a moment I Forget to breathe. The slumberling caterpillar In my stomach Performs metamorphosis And flutters around Trying to break free. The rivers named veins Fill and rush to my chest, To my head and I forget to think. For when he smiles, His eyes come alive, And I wonder Does he thinks of me this way.

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here we are, silent as a city burns between us so, this is how it feels like to gaze upon the ruins of what once was and never will be again so,this is the aftermath of an endless string of almost's and could-have-been's look at this, look at what we have done to the people we used to be, to the people we could have been look at the crumbling walls, look at the ashes, look at this burning debris this is all we will ever be until it claims us again please remember this moment, the beat of my heart drowning out the sound of the chaos happening before us remember this moment, them burning as bright as we had remember how my name sounded like on your tongue, like it has been the one you have been calling out in all of your lifetimes remember how we built this city for our empty souls only for us to be blinded by the lights remember how I let you read all the tragedies my paper heart had bled and you showed me all the oceans you had cried please remember because I will remember you I will remember you like how the books remembered all the kings and queens I will remember you like how she never forgot all those that have wounded her deep I will remember you like the way she has always remembered to forget how to forgive this is how it ends, you with your temporary peace me, envying the forgetful for remembering is my curse -W.L.A.C.

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Feb 19, 2017

Feb 19, 2017 at 6:24 AM UTC

inkedfingersat4am

aftermath

here we are, silent as a city burns between us so, this is how it feels like to gaze upon the ruins of what once was and never will be again so,this is the aftermath of an endless string of almost's and could-have-been's look at this, look at what we have done to the people we used to be, to the people we could have been look at the crumbling walls, look at the ashes, look at this burning debris this is all we will ever be until it claims us again please remember this moment, the beat of my heart drowning out the sound of the chaos happening before us remember this moment, them burning as bright as we had remember how my name sounded like on your tongue, like it has been the one you have been calling out in all of your lifetimes remember how we built this city for our empty souls only for us to be blinded by the lights remember how I let you read all the tragedies my paper heart had bled and you showed me all the oceans you had cried please remember because I will remember you I will remember you like how the books remembered all the kings and queens I will remember you like how she never forgot all those that have wounded her deep I will remember you like the way she has always remembered to forget how to forgive this is how it ends, you with your temporary peace me, envying the forgetful for remembering is my curse -W.L.A.C.

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Walking into first period I am a 12-year-old girl again, Confidence turned into racing heartbeats and jumbled words. Imaginary conversations fill my head with possibilities but nothing ever seems to escape my lips but a timid smile. I trash my spearmint gum and begin walking back to my seat, the teacher has only just begun talking. I take three steps before daring to look up, by the fourth I see blue out of my peripheral... You are looking at me. The fifth step, I am looking at you. And for the entirety of that second all the other faces of the room blurred and I swear the history lesson took a pause for the present and there was solely that simple look to be shared. A look I have found to be all too familiar but yet it never comes enough to be able to fully decipher it. It is a look of timid desire. It is a look of fire and ice, of two elements of opposite worlds colliding. It is a look of earth and water. A sly romance which everyone sees but no one knows. Water hits the shore and I am chocolate melting, I am soil eroding. I am the tree's branches bending under the misty wind. I am the earthquake that causes the hurricane, the tsunami. Yet you are calm like the tranquil sea. Your eyes the color of the shallow water on a southern beach just before the break of a gentle wave at shore in the first hour of sunrise. I think of you, and there are butterflies. I look at you, and they rest. We both simultaneously break our glance as I turn to my seat. Oh, how I wish you were sitting next to me.

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Jan 29, 2017

Jan 29, 2017 at 11:07 AM UTC

g-victoria-rose

To the boy who sits behind me

Walking into first period I am a 12-year-old girl again, Confidence turned into racing heartbeats and jumbled words. Imaginary conversations fill my head with possibilities but nothing ever seems to escape my lips but a timid smile. I trash my spearmint gum and begin walking back to my seat, the teacher has only just begun talking. I take three steps before daring to look up, by the fourth I see blue out of my peripheral... You are looking at me. The fifth step, I am looking at you. And for the entirety of that second all the other faces of the room blurred and I swear the history lesson took a pause for the present and there was solely that simple look to be shared. A look I have found to be all too familiar but yet it never comes enough to be able to fully decipher it. It is a look of timid desire. It is a look of fire and ice, of two elements of opposite worlds colliding. It is a look of earth and water. A sly romance which everyone sees but no one knows. Water hits the shore and I am chocolate melting, I am soil eroding. I am the tree's branches bending under the misty wind. I am the earthquake that causes the hurricane, the tsunami. Yet you are calm like the tranquil sea. Your eyes the color of the shallow water on a southern beach just before the break of a gentle wave at shore in the first hour of sunrise. I think of you, and there are butterflies. I look at you, and they rest. We both simultaneously break our glance as I turn to my seat. Oh, how I wish you were sitting next to me.

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this is the end of everything we were, everything we weren't, everything we could have been, and everything we couldn't be

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Jan 20, 2017

Jan 20, 2017 at 4:35 AM UTC

inkedfingersat4am

the end

this is the end of everything we were, everything we weren't, everything we could have been, and everything we couldn't be

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Like fireworks that lit the sky one December night,they were two people that touched for only a brief moment and they burned and burned until there was nothing but cinders in their eyes. Both were fires that burned to light the way for one another. Maybe they just burned too bright and time moved too fast, Maybe she was his anchor, she kept him tethered, kept him there,steady and unable to move forward. The world may never know, except for this: "They" were as fleeting as time and their ephemeral words made it evident that both of them couldn't stay forever because even the brightest of lights die out—sometimes,far more early than others. They weren't just fireworks—I know that now— each of them were forest fires and they burn for the other to provide warmth and light,oblivious to the destruction that they make. They were forest fires. And now all they are is rain and tears, drowning in an ocean of memories. And as I write this,I can't help but think that in some ways this wasn't just the story of them,it was our story too: the story of us that never was and never will be. -W.L.A.C

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Dec 17, 2016

Dec 17, 2016 at 9:00 AM UTC

inkedfingersat4am

the story of us

Like fireworks that lit the sky one December night,they were two people that touched for only a brief moment and they burned and burned until there was nothing but cinders in their eyes. Both were fires that burned to light the way for one another. Maybe they just burned too bright and time moved too fast, Maybe she was his anchor, she kept him tethered, kept him there,steady and unable to move forward. The world may never know, except for this: "They" were as fleeting as time and their ephemeral words made it evident that both of them couldn't stay forever because even the brightest of lights die out—sometimes,far more early than others. They weren't just fireworks—I know that now— each of them were forest fires and they burn for the other to provide warmth and light,oblivious to the destruction that they make. They were forest fires. And now all they are is rain and tears, drowning in an ocean of memories. And as I write this,I can't help but think that in some ways this wasn't just the story of them,it was our story too: the story of us that never was and never will be. -W.L.A.C

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I watched as our future crashed before my eyes,pieces of you that I so carefully carved,falling on the floor,breaking themselves even more.It was just an idea,something that I invested what was left of my being,in and it took such simple words to shatter the illusion.I woke from my reverie,the truth flashing itself before me as I felt a searing pain in my belly.The butterflies are being poisoned again,they lay twitching in the cinder graves of those who came before them."It's not that different, after all",I whispered to myself as I walked away.I untangled myself from the dream, swam my way up the surface and finally breathed again.I will not allow myself to drown in these waters anymore,in the sea of thoughts of you,in the oceans that the world never fails to put between us.I stood in the open,listening to the howling of the winds,waiting for yet another hurricane to sweep me away and tear at my limbs.This is the calm before the storm.For now,I will firmly stand my ground as I face the coming disaster and tell myself with a little bitterness and pain that maybe,when I'm finally continents away I will find a reason that might grant me peace so I won't live my whole life regretting the idea of you.

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Sep 30, 2016

Sep 30, 2016 at 2:09 AM UTC

inkedfingersat4am

before the storm

I watched as our future crashed before my eyes,pieces of you that I so carefully carved,falling on the floor,breaking themselves even more.It was just an idea,something that I invested what was left of my being,in and it took such simple words to shatter the illusion.I woke from my reverie,the truth flashing itself before me as I felt a searing pain in my belly.The butterflies are being poisoned again,they lay twitching in the cinder graves of those who came before them."It's not that different, after all",I whispered to myself as I walked away.I untangled myself from the dream, swam my way up the surface and finally breathed again.I will not allow myself to drown in these waters anymore,in the sea of thoughts of you,in the oceans that the world never fails to put between us.I stood in the open,listening to the howling of the winds,waiting for yet another hurricane to sweep me away and tear at my limbs.This is the calm before the storm.For now,I will firmly stand my ground as I face the coming disaster and tell myself with a little bitterness and pain that maybe,when I'm finally continents away I will find a reason that might grant me peace so I won't live my whole life regretting the idea of you.

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*There's a certain rush in my veins When I see your face as it lights up With bliss and content While we come together Face to face Against a world real pressed With tears and lies and torment. The idea of you, just you Is enough to becalm The raging ocean of emotions That has long run wild In the sketchy corners of my mind Our destiny, such uncertainty But amidst it all, you're my sanity. You showed me truth, my fears subside You painted my blues with a shade of life My loneliness, I can perfectly fight With you right here, nothing's mystified This is the reality we are facing now Branded feelings, shall we allow? We kept each other standing tall We were there together in every fall Yes, we could be the perfect match That the whole world shall have to adore Afraid, we may seem, but we both know Keep hiding the truth, but our eyes plainly show.*

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Jun 19, 2016

Jun 19, 2016 at 5:20 AM UTC

IRISH-BEL

Skinny Love

*There's a certain rush in my veins When I see your face as it lights up With bliss and content While we come together Face to face Against a world real pressed With tears and lies and torment. The idea of you, just you Is enough to becalm The raging ocean of emotions That has long run wild In the sketchy corners of my mind Our destiny, such uncertainty But amidst it all, you're my sanity. You showed me truth, my fears subside You painted my blues with a shade of life My loneliness, I can perfectly fight With you right here, nothing's mystified This is the reality we are facing now Branded feelings, shall we allow? We kept each other standing tall We were there together in every fall Yes, we could be the perfect match That the whole world shall have to adore Afraid, we may seem, but we both know Keep hiding the truth, but our eyes plainly show.*

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*I don't want to dance into the music before he grooves in harmony I'm trying to keep my notes low before he realizes the perfect melody, I try my hardest not to speak of rhymes before he makes up his poetry I don't want to be the first to fall before he gives in to gravity. I'm hiding the smiles he gave me, the sparks that fill my eyes I'm keeping away the tingles, from your stares that totally entice, I would not want to be the first to have my poor heart racing I don't want to be the first to realize and slowly get the feeling. I may have had a bad day, but you just turn it upside down I may have frowned all day long, but you happen to be my clown I may have hurt myself in the past, but you simply showed me how To leave the painful mem'ries behind and finally cherish the 'now'. For many times, I've been in scenes where the characters hurt me so I have felt an endless rolling of tears from my eyes so long ago And taking a chance and risking it again might sound a scary show But though I don't want to be the first to fall, please don't let me go. You helped me up, you brought life back, you kept me standing tall Yes, I don't want to be the first to fall, but I'm not scared at all.*

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Jun 5, 2016

Jun 5, 2016 at 5:04 AM UTC

IRISH-BEL

First to fall

*I don't want to dance into the music before he grooves in harmony I'm trying to keep my notes low before he realizes the perfect melody, I try my hardest not to speak of rhymes before he makes up his poetry I don't want to be the first to fall before he gives in to gravity. I'm hiding the smiles he gave me, the sparks that fill my eyes I'm keeping away the tingles, from your stares that totally entice, I would not want to be the first to have my poor heart racing I don't want to be the first to realize and slowly get the feeling. I may have had a bad day, but you just turn it upside down I may have frowned all day long, but you happen to be my clown I may have hurt myself in the past, but you simply showed me how To leave the painful mem'ries behind and finally cherish the 'now'. For many times, I've been in scenes where the characters hurt me so I have felt an endless rolling of tears from my eyes so long ago And taking a chance and risking it again might sound a scary show But though I don't want to be the first to fall, please don't let me go. You helped me up, you brought life back, you kept me standing tall Yes, I don't want to be the first to fall, but I'm not scared at all.*

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Two souls that were meant to be. Spent their time searching for their other halves. Two souls that were blind to see. Blindness split them into two separate parts. Their memories stuck in each other's minds. Sadness evident in their eyes. The thought about each other made their minds ran wild. How they wish they could go back in time. Two souls that suffered in pain. Regretting why'd they let each other slip away. Two souls that want to try again Hoping that they're not too late.

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Jun 1, 2016

Jun 1, 2016 at 1:12 PM UTC

nasch

RZAR

Two souls that were meant to be. Spent their time searching for their other halves. Two souls that were blind to see. Blindness split them into two separate parts. Their memories stuck in each other's minds. Sadness evident in their eyes. The thought about each other made their minds ran wild. How they wish they could go back in time. Two souls that suffered in pain. Regretting why'd they let each other slip away. Two souls that want to try again Hoping that they're not too late.

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We live in parallel worlds, you on your journey and I on mine. We wander in our own routes in separate paths. So why do your words elate me? Your messages are like threads connecting points in my journey to yours. We are pinging signals across boundaries. Making sure we are travelling along the same orbit? Side by side, and you’re still with me? Does that assure you or me? Because though parallels walk side by side they’ll never meet.

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Mar 31, 2016

Mar 31, 2016 at 9:49 AM UTC

carrey-c

Parallels

We live in parallel worlds, you on your journey and I on mine. We wander in our own routes in separate paths. So why do your words elate me? Your messages are like threads connecting points in my journey to yours. We are pinging signals across boundaries. Making sure we are travelling along the same orbit? Side by side, and you’re still with me? Does that assure you or me? Because though parallels walk side by side they’ll never meet.

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You smile whenever you think about him You laugh whenever he makes a jokes You listen whenever people talks about him You stare whenever he walks in front of you Yet you don't speak whenever you had the chance Well, who knows, But maybe he did that too.

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Aug 1, 2015

Aug 1, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC

moza-paramitha

who knows

You smile whenever you think about him You laugh whenever he makes a jokes You listen whenever people talks about him You stare whenever he walks in front of you Yet you don't speak whenever you had the chance Well, who knows, But maybe he did that too.

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I know a Riddle It is short, and simple But is also hard to solve I've sailed in the sea of thoughts for nights I've wandered to the land of minds so far Still, I didn't get the answer So I am now here Seeking help to find the answer I know a Riddle This thing has no strings attached, but has feelings within I know a Riddle What is it called when you are more than friends but less than a couple?

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Jul 22, 2015

Jul 22, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC

hannygeraldine

Unsolved Riddle

I know a Riddle It is short, and simple But is also hard to solve I've sailed in the sea of thoughts for nights I've wandered to the land of minds so far Still, I didn't get the answer So I am now here Seeking help to find the answer I know a Riddle This thing has no strings attached, but has feelings within I know a Riddle What is it called when you are more than friends but less than a couple?

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Playful, Strong Bond Between two people best friends they said And time passed They loved every flaw about each other. They knew each other Like the back of their hands best friends They said Slowly He fell She fell And they both knew that They were slowly falling in love best friends They said He didn't wanna give it a chance She was up for it He was afraid Of losing her and their bond She knew nothing was permanent best friends They said. Until she gave up And he did too Their friendship crumbled To pieces Without them even knowing best friends They said.

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Jul 18, 2015

Jul 18, 2015 at 9:41 PM UTC

dana-aica-garza

Best Friends

Playful, Strong Bond Between two people best friends they said And time passed They loved every flaw about each other. They knew each other Like the back of their hands best friends They said Slowly He fell She fell And they both knew that They were slowly falling in love best friends They said He didn't wanna give it a chance She was up for it He was afraid Of losing her and their bond She knew nothing was permanent best friends They said. Until she gave up And he did too Their friendship crumbled To pieces Without them even knowing best friends They said.

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"Stop looking at me like that." "Like what?" *"Like you love me. Like I mean something to you. Because, heck, I don't."*

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Jul 17, 2015

Jul 17, 2015 at 3:58 AM UTC

dana-aica-garza

The trees and the bees, one, two, threes.

"Stop looking at me like that." "Like what?" *"Like you love me. Like I mean something to you. Because, heck, I don't."*

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Don't think you have been rejected. I love you but I don't. I'm sorry that i lying to you, yelled at you. Seriously i didn't mean to be like that. I want you to forget about me and start your life with someone who is better than me. I'm not good enough for you, believe me.

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Jun 26, 2015

Jun 26, 2015 at 10:37 AM UTC

thewomanyouleftbehind

To a man that love me

Don't think you have been rejected. I love you but I don't. I'm sorry that i lying to you, yelled at you. Seriously i didn't mean to be like that. I want you to forget about me and start your life with someone who is better than me. I'm not good enough for you, believe me.

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It's almost midnight and I'm stuck here laying on my bed that wraps me so tight in warmth and comfort I wish I could stay here forever where it is safe where it is soft but I'd be lying if I told you I wouldn't leave my bed for you I told myself I had a crush on you I lied it was no longer a crush it was a slight obsession I told myself I would get over you I lied I fell for you I can't get out of this hell hole I told myself that I've lost hope I lied There was a piece of me that could not let you go I told myself you would never fall for me but I got a something from the way you looked at me I told you I didn't like you I lied Please look into my eyes and see my pain of lying to you Please just see me Notice me Find me I finally told you in a letter about my feelings for you but by now it would be a lie because I've given up to prevent the pain from eating me alive for these pass months

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Apr 16, 2015

Apr 16, 2015 at 2:57 AM UTC

nguyenethepoo

I lied

It's almost midnight and I'm stuck here laying on my bed that wraps me so tight in warmth and comfort I wish I could stay here forever where it is safe where it is soft but I'd be lying if I told you I wouldn't leave my bed for you I told myself I had a crush on you I lied it was no longer a crush it was a slight obsession I told myself I would get over you I lied I fell for you I can't get out of this hell hole I told myself that I've lost hope I lied There was a piece of me that could not let you go I told myself you would never fall for me but I got a something from the way you looked at me I told you I didn't like you I lied Please look into my eyes and see my pain of lying to you Please just see me Notice me Find me I finally told you in a letter about my feelings for you but by now it would be a lie because I've given up to prevent the pain from eating me alive for these pass months

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