#willingly - Hello Poetry

Hi there, I'm Jeremy's insecurity Perhaps you've heard of me If you're ever lookin' For ammunition To use against him, Just talk to me I'll divulge everything willingly I won't even charge a fee I'd be happy to supply it all for free You can even call toll-free Just dial 1-800-555-6663 And ask for me specifically ©2024

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Jun 6, 2024

Jun 6, 2024 at 5:15 PM UTC

bettsjc187

~•§•~ Toll-Free ~•§•~

Hi there, I'm Jeremy's insecurity Perhaps you've heard of me If you're ever lookin' For ammunition To use against him, Just talk to me I'll divulge everything willingly I won't even charge a fee I'd be happy to supply it all for free You can even call toll-free Just dial 1-800-555-6663 And ask for me specifically ©2024

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Falling in love is not rational. It's madness. A beautiful, wonderful moment of magnificent insanity. Look into my eyes... and they say "I'm obsessed with you. Utterly, willingly, and wonderfully"

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Mar 23, 2020

Mar 23, 2020 at 12:02 PM UTC

lara-beatriz-de-guzman

Madness

Falling in love is not rational. It's madness. A beautiful, wonderful moment of magnificent insanity. Look into my eyes... and they say "I'm obsessed with you. Utterly, willingly, and wonderfully"

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Lie across Train tracks Without fear Call it insanity Yet you stand Willingly Hand on chest Pledging your life To the men Who dictate you

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Sep 27, 2019

Sep 27, 2019 at 8:27 PM UTC

DayDreamer037

Brainwashed

Lie across Train tracks Without fear Call it insanity Yet you stand Willingly Hand on chest Pledging your life To the men Who dictate you

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So many vacancies. Vapid halls and streets. No air. No hearts. Vacant lands and souls. Be a hand. Be a thread. Be a source. Be love. Be the patience. The light . . . the empty chair. Where you can invite someone to sit Spend time. Where each other can fill up the world again. Willingly wise, adopting time. Fractures will fade Patches of hope emerge Color of Grass will grow again. Sweet fragrant spring grass. Practicing progress For each season A seat for everyone.

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Apr 11, 2019

Apr 11, 2019 at 4:22 PM UTC

Highwireart

Chair

So many vacancies. Vapid halls and streets. No air. No hearts. Vacant lands and souls. Be a hand. Be a thread. Be a source. Be love. Be the patience. The light . . . the empty chair. Where you can invite someone to sit Spend time. Where each other can fill up the world again. Willingly wise, adopting time. Fractures will fade Patches of hope emerge Color of Grass will grow again. Sweet fragrant spring grass. Practicing progress For each season A seat for everyone.

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I own me ~ You can hold me ~ Take me ~ but in the end ~ I Let you handle me I own me ~ Neither your kiss or your caress, will ever assigned myself to you I enabled you to hold me ~ Willingly, Fully

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Aug 14, 2017

Aug 14, 2017 at 7:52 AM UTC

myujikku

I own me

I own me ~ You can hold me ~ Take me ~ but in the end ~ I Let you handle me I own me ~ Neither your kiss or your caress, will ever assigned myself to you I enabled you to hold me ~ Willingly, Fully

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Let these words manifest, collecting light particles to form blinding orb pairs: weightless, mysterious--- unrecognizable to untrained eyes. Let these condensed suns travel at their own patience pace down the desperate path: unaware, hunting--- aiming to impact with wanderers. Let this vehicle of literature resonate earth and air as they who stand before: afraid, curious--- awaiting the damage yet inflicted. Let the impact pass like typhoons, thrashing warm winds and caressing rains to sooth the fragile forsaken soul: trembling, confused--- contemplating the value of their breath. Let the moment remain frozen, growing between forever and never, sending important subliminals to foresight: love, patience--- reminding the willingly forgetful.

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Apr 7, 2016

Apr 7, 2016 at 1:43 AM UTC

anoncounselor

"Reminding the Willingly Forgetful"

Let these words manifest, collecting light particles to form blinding orb pairs: weightless, mysterious--- unrecognizable to untrained eyes. Let these condensed suns travel at their own patience pace down the desperate path: unaware, hunting--- aiming to impact with wanderers. Let this vehicle of literature resonate earth and air as they who stand before: afraid, curious--- awaiting the damage yet inflicted. Let the impact pass like typhoons, thrashing warm winds and caressing rains to sooth the fragile forsaken soul: trembling, confused--- contemplating the value of their breath. Let the moment remain frozen, growing between forever and never, sending important subliminals to foresight: love, patience--- reminding the willingly forgetful.

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