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Be like water.
Be fluid and transparent,
And have nothing to hide.
Just like yesterday..as it was day beforešŸ˜”..I'll pray to see you smile
Just deleted her number
#ex
 Apr 2021 Walter W Hoelbling
32x
i am mine
before i can be
anyone elses
Even the fallen leaves have something to protect ....
don“t make her love you
if you are going to come and go,Ā“

don“t tell her you“ll protect her
just to end up letting her burn,

don“t make her trust you
if you arent planning on answering her calls,

don“t pretend you understand her
just to get under her skin,

don“t make her show you her demons
if you aren“t brave enough to fight them,

don“t make her fell she is essential
if you are going to walk away,

don“t call to say goodnight everyday
if you want her to sleep when you forget,

don“t make her give you everything just to leave her empty-handed,

don“t make her believe you care
if you plan on dissapointing her,

Don“t make her yours
if you aren“t going to be hers“

Dont make her your bestfriend
if you don“t plan loving her “till the end
Poem dedicated to the friends I lost along the way and to my fear of abbandonment.
Due to a dentist that I’d like to ****
And years that have put me over the hill
I’m left with a face in a permanent scowl
That says if you cross me prepare for a growl.

It’s all just a part of my very sad story
My expression’s not meant to be minatory
But that is the way the bones and flesh meet
So give me a smile when we pass on the street.

I try to remember to put on a smile.
I have several good ones that I keep on file
So trust me - I’m happy, although I look mad
If you get to know me, I’m really not bad.
ljm
That was easy.
Something tugs at me from the veil of the ether,
Calling me to my real home!

In the faint twinkling of a dying star,
In the wilted petal of a bright flower,
In the melted wax of a long dead candle,
My mind searches for memories of a place so familiar
Yet whose existence maybe was only a lucid dream... !

Why this utter urge in my soul to dissolve like fine mist into the air?
Why this nagging sensation to mix with the soil and the sands?

I had lived my life too short for answers
But way too long to askĀ Ā questions
That I always look into myself to remember the one reason as to not being able to call this bewilderingly beautiful walls-
"My home...!"
Scribbled something after a long, long time... Hope all of you are doing fine, my dearest poets ! ā¤āœØ
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