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yongcaprion · 13 days
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feltpoetry · 2 years
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“every poem was yours. even when i thought it was for someone else, it has always been for you”
emery allen
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daisypoet77 · 10 months
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Midnight Confessions 🪞
it’s midnight
and i’m standing in my kitchen,
and i think i’m falling in love.
and i’m terrified,
but not of you.
i worry about my own heart
shattering in 790 pieces.
i know the sun rises in the east,
and that’s where you’ll be,
but it’s midnight,
so i might just be losing my mind.
—original poem
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loving you is like loving art in every shape and form; your smile gracefully shaping your mahogany eyes into crescent moons, the freckles on your body tailored just for you. you feel like love, there are melodies in the way you speak, soft words that come from the deepest parts of you heart in the most comforting ways, a breeze of air for my suffocating moments. there isn’t enough languages in this world that can express everything that you are, words lack the terderness and angelic meaning that should be given to your presence.
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i envy those who do not have doubt corrupt their minds. i watch in the distance, as they approach you with ease— smiling, laughing, talking. how do i know if you enjoy my company, how do i know if you don’t? but a relationship cannot be built without spending time with each other. i cannot show how much you mean to me, without standing out from the rest.
but the question is: do i take the risk, or stay safe, suffocating silently on words i wish i said?
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trashpoetry-tm · 2 years
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Darling
(An original poem)
Two different times
Two different sentences
“I say it a lot”
Are you sure
I’ve watched you
I’ve heard you
With other people
But I’ve never heard that word
Not till it was aimed at me
Not until it was my name
And then we walked together
Sat together
Laid together
Side by side
Back and stomach to grass
You were taking pictures
I was taking in the scenery
The freckles
The birthmarks
The slope of your nose
The curl of lashes
The pale pink of your lips
And your eyes
I never knew brown could be so interesting
So addicting
Darling
Let it be my name
As long as you’re the one to say
Darling
-Trash
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slushiepawz · 1 month
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i never wanna let you go.
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renuelfallore · 1 year
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feelin’ like I’m messing it up
feelin’ like you’re 
a magnetic Yes
but also  —
a resounding No
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robbiewrites2750 · 3 months
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you are my morning coffee.
      ( you make waking up easy )
you are that soda can i just can't seem to throw out.
         ( you make it hard to want to part )
you are the sunlight in my eyes during a boring lecture.
           ( you brighten days i can’t stand )
you make my desire for the all consuming tolerable.
             ( excuse my lack of subtlety but i love you  )
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junflower123 · 1 year
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How are you so oblivious?  Does my admiration for you not scream out at you with every word I type out? Does the disappointment not ring as you say no to hanging out Because there’s always someone else you put first?
There is always someone else you put first. And yet, I would put you even before myself What’s love without sacrifice?
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darling, i wish i knew what it feels like to be irrevocably and madly filled to the brim with happiness
to be lit up from my insides and feel my blood singing, burning warm under my skin
honey, i wish i knew
what it feels like to have a thousand little fireflies combusting beneath the tips of my fingers
to cradle your face in my hands and feel the magical fizzing of carbonated contentment bubbling to the surface and vibrating on my lips
to lavish you with sweet kisses and feel sunlight bursting behind my eyelids with every happy sigh, every gentle utterance of your body pressed up next to mine
sweetheart,i wish that one day
i’ll finally know what it feels like to be utterly and unrestrainedly in love with you
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feltpoetry · 2 years
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“it all comes down to the last person you think of at night, that is where your heart is.”
unknown
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kvzxhv · 1 year
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i love them so much it makes me want to cry
i cant think of anything else but the look they give with those eyes
my heart is filled with butterflies whenever i think about their smile
i feel like they love me too at times but it feels like a lie
and that is why i really want to cry
for the love i have for them is all too much for my heart
i love them so much it makes me want to die
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do you remember me? do you remember my face? do you remember anything about me? of course you don’t remember me, because there was hundreds like me.
you don’t remember me, but i'll remember you for the rest of my life, that’s something that I have to remember.
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moonagesays · 2 years
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“perhaps it’s me forcing a narrative I long for but got robbed off
or maybe it’s the way your eyes always look so soft regardless of emotion.
physically they’ve yet to meet mine & that’s fine because to see your eyes with my own is almost too overwhelming to bear..
…i can not even fathom how it would feel to be locked in ur gaze
would you think I’m insane if you knew i felt this way?”
excerpts from a book I’ll never write; @moonagesays (2/?)
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hirxo · 1 year
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How does it happen when a person becomes very important for you just like a snap of your fingers?
Isn’t it interesting? When you just click and understand each other and help when there are difficulties. For me, that’s magic.
Because there must be something from where does it happen, right?
Maybe words, maybe looks at each other, maybe smiles you give to them, and vice versa.
It just feels right, doesn’t it? Well, I’m sure u felt that feeling many many times, but every time it’s special in some way. It always has something that no other have.
For me, I like liking you. I like getting butterflies of what you say to me, of how you treat me.
I love imagine how you kiss me and how you care about me. Just from thinking of it I get butterflies. How does it happen?
I like be embarrassed from your words. I like being with you, I like to text you.
For my dearest.
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