#wednesdays - Hello Poetry

I dressed the night in hope’s soft lace, Lit candles just in case you came. Each second sighed against the glass— A whisper breathing out your name. The wind rehearsed your gentle knock, The stars leaned close to watch me wait. I poured the tea, two cups, then one— And let the silence meditate. My shadow danced alone with time, The hours sank into my skin. I swore I saw you in the dark, But it was just the ache within. But I still waited Through moonlight’s fade and dawn’s soft cry— The chair grew colder by the hour, My arms, outstretched in silent why. The night collapsed into the day, And all my words had burned away. But I still waited Sway 🥀 🦅

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Jun 25, 2025

Jun 25, 2025 at 2:36 PM UTC

Swayeagle22

Still, I WAITED

I dressed the night in hope’s soft lace, Lit candles just in case you came. Each second sighed against the glass— A whisper breathing out your name. The wind rehearsed your gentle knock, The stars leaned close to watch me wait. I poured the tea, two cups, then one— And let the silence meditate. My shadow danced alone with time, The hours sank into my skin. I swore I saw you in the dark, But it was just the ache within. But I still waited Through moonlight’s fade and dawn’s soft cry— The chair grew colder by the hour, My arms, outstretched in silent why. The night collapsed into the day, And all my words had burned away. But I still waited Sway 🥀 🦅

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It’s to cluttered Open the window to my soul Let me be heard Detox the negativity that surrounds me Keeping me imprisoned in my own perception of life Drowning me in grief This poor soul is shattered Making it impossible to fix Somebody please open the **** window My soul is crying for help Air supply is frail Making it hard to breathe Maybe a little laughter is what i need A smile that spreads like sea Let the light seep through the crevices Breaking me free

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May 22, 2019

May 22, 2019 at 3:57 PM UTC

xshespeaks

19.09.05

It’s to cluttered Open the window to my soul Let me be heard Detox the negativity that surrounds me Keeping me imprisoned in my own perception of life Drowning me in grief This poor soul is shattered Making it impossible to fix Somebody please open the **** window My soul is crying for help Air supply is frail Making it hard to breathe Maybe a little laughter is what i need A smile that spreads like sea Let the light seep through the crevices Breaking me free

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Dying is a drag, but I'd take it any day over being alive, especially on wednesdays. Life ***** on wednesdays. Caught nowhere between here and there, you stumble, you doubt if you're going back or forward, whether you die or you are born; but yet, time keeps moving and you can't fall behind. Time keeps moving between birth and death, one way only, no refounds.

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Dec 19, 2018

Dec 19, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC

Nisselen

Life ***** on Wednesdays

Dying is a drag, but I'd take it any day over being alive, especially on wednesdays. Life ***** on wednesdays. Caught nowhere between here and there, you stumble, you doubt if you're going back or forward, whether you die or you are born; but yet, time keeps moving and you can't fall behind. Time keeps moving between birth and death, one way only, no refounds.

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