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When she died
I thought I’d lost her
I hadn’t
I’d lost myself
Shattered in the blast
And I’m still searching
Occasionally I’ll find a broken piece of me
Some of them are not so pretty
They’re shamed deep with my failures
Stained with regret
I do my best to wash them
Before I put them back
Run away with me
at dusk
Let's drink boxed wine
and laugh together
over stupid memories
and forgotten friends

dancing in the London rain
i wanna go to london so bad ah
with the stars as my witness
i promise to love thee
above anything else
without bounds
forever and always
 Feb 2021 Walter W Hoelbling
Av
The hurt may go away
but your memory will
forever rest in my soul.
Your prayers in church
to God Sundays
were daily routine
with me decades long.
I woke up this morning
like before alone
on a flying balloon
in windless silence
as companions
viewing the greenery below
until you materialized in it
in another queen's arms.

I fall off that ride
just to find out it wasn't
any re-occuring dream
I wake up glad right before
I hit down
in my final big boom

Per your promised word dear
we are always together
it just hurts being physically
apart twin butterfly mine.

Asleep or awake it seems
it's all the same heaven
all in the midst switching
from paradise to hell
off and on
I choose Heaven with you
when you chose hell
to be with me
I fell deeply in love with you

Understanding now
I rather share you
then lose you love,
and I no longer fall off
in dreams, or anywhere
Real Kings, mostly
do have many wives
I am glad I was yours
first love,
second wife to be
decades long fianceé
we wanted each other
for our first and last love.

Glad to know what it is
to be loved and love back
to be deeply in love
and without boundaries
enjoying this out
worldly ride.
~~~~~~~~~
By: karijinbba.
Revised 02-2021.
All rights reserved.
 Feb 2021 Walter W Hoelbling
ell
I’m falling. But not in love.
I’m falling
And you are too. We’re falling to a bitter end
Yet again.

And this time, the end does not seem to be
as sugarcoated as it once was.
Or seemed to be.
mom look! im falling asleep
in his arms, travelling through his dreams
mom im falling asleep
please, please cant you see?

im happy mom, im happy.
dont cry, but smile for me
i dont like to see u like this
remember me just a bit

cause we ll meet again.
i promise. ill be waiting
but for now, just keep smiling
cause finally, my pain is fading
i dont even remember writing this but here we are ig
sclera comes the moon,
pupils set me deep:
between the lumber of your eye
where the sunshine likes to meet.
I wonder if when I die
Someone will find comfort in the poems I write
That when I reach a peace
They too can see some sort of calm in the distance

Like a withering light
A flickering spark
It's fleeting
But enough for you to walk through the tunnel.
I wish my poems to be found after I die, although it's kinda a violation of privacy since I don't write these in my own name, I want to make a difference in the world even if it's just through language.
I recently found an author named Sylvia Plath and im absolutely amazed, yall
should check her out :)
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