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Not all poetry is melancholic
But all melancholy is poetry
You
Loved
the
loss,
I
lost
the
love.
You*
moved
on,
Am
still
on
the
move.
You
didn't hurt me
I was already
in pain when
we met...
Let me
just
say you
handed
me back my
bag of hurt
that you had
temporarily
taken... It was
beautiful when
I didn't have it
so thank you
for the
while.
You had your questions
I had mine,
you doubted my intentions
and I went on like it was just fine,
even when these autorotations
lifted you to cloud nine
Past my million mentions
of you'll always be mine, albeit I ain't thine

I might never be fine, like you might never be mine
for I haven't even began my journey to getting over you
but maybe, maybe I will do,
maybe I will get over you as soon as forever's through
much as there was an always and forever
in each of my I love you...


Past the memories of us talking and laughing away the night
thinking that someday love me you might
sending each other the best things of us
you me your pictures and I you my pieces
hoping they'd bring you down to Earth
and just once you'd have me taste your kisses
yet we slid right back in, same tune, different violin
with you all out of the idea of me and you, yet with me all in


so I might never be fine, like you might never be mine
I haven't even began my journey to getting over you
but maybe, maybe I will do,
maybe I will get over you as soon as forever's through
albeit there was an always and forever
in each of my I love you


A thousand poems couldn't get me past the one before you
Maybe if I write three books and a million, these feelings will die
and then I could go flip to a new page at eternity when am through
but who wants to **** the realest of things he's ever known and why?
who wants to veer off the only road that ever made sense
who wants to peel out an embrace after his best dance
you're a song I wasn't going to get tired of playing
a scent that would choke and I wouldn't quit spraying
you're a piece that would rhyme on through time
that's why am a prisoner, falling for you is my crime

I might never be fine, like you might never be mine
haven't gone a mile on the journey to getting over you
maybe, maybe I will do,
maybe I will get over you as soon as forever's through
but there was an always and forever
in each of my I love you.


Yes, an always and forever
in each of my I love you,
without a single echo
of
**"I love you too"
On a brighter note,
the 1000 poems I wrote
to get over you might
change a million
lives someday,
so thank you for
the Heartbreak...
It was probably the
best lecture life's
ever given me...
 Feb 23 Isaac afunadhula
ryn
•i        
     was    
         once    
              whole    
               •full and
                    complete•
                       grand desi-
                          gns adorned
                              upon my very
                               soul•always...
              ­                  would land on
                                    my feet•my wo-
                                     rds now partially
                                      broken•resembli-
                     ­               ng that of an ail-
                                   ing crescent• i...
                                 am still here, i...
                               watch and i lis-
                           ten• scouring
                        for mediocre
                 remnants
             that still
         remain
 abs
en  
t•      
.
I know you think
the shadows are
falling upon you now
but if you turn your head
right to left
left to right
maybe they fall
different upon you now
perhaps they are not
shadows
just falling lights
yet to be lit.
falling upon you now
Every girl is like a flower.
They bloom, when it is their time.
Colorful petals are caused by one's love towards them.
But when they get hurt,
they will stop being gorgeous

and lose all of their power

as do flowers when their season is over
or
somebody breaks them.

Every girl is like a precious flower,
like a treasure.
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