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There are times I'm not sure if there's enough to hold on to.

I breathe. I live. I laugh. I love. But still-

Why do I hold onto things almost already gone?

Should I stop. Should I continue. Should I keep it in the back of my mind.

What entails my existence for keeping ahold of hope. Should it be as it always was for me. Should it be just for me. Should it be for those I cannot fix. Should it be for those I cannot see.

Regardless of the matter I have no clue as to what it is that I hold onto hope so dearly.

I guess I'm one of "those" relentless lovers. Romantics. Classics. Determined to love. I guess that's the downfall of it all. Loving too much.

We'll see how it ends.

If terrifying, then I will be content.

If calm, I will not be satisfied.

We'll see how this life continues amongst the fruits of our souls.

Written thoughts compiled upon one another, scattered, brainless, thoughtless, and disorganized.

I don't care. It's just me.

That's all I have to say about that.

#writing #thoughts #poets on tumblr #hope #enough #creative writing #reflections #poemstoher

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I will never be with you again, but I hope that somewhere in your heart or mind, the memory of me finds a way to remain. Whether it’s good or bad, whether it’s a tiny thought or a giant feeling – I just hope that I am there.

Thoughts #171 (via jamesandrewcrosby)

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Her mother called her cultured, an old soul. Few seemed to understand the depth of her speech or the wisdom in her grey eyes. She enjoyed reading and writing and spending hours in thoughts so deep that she often found it hard to escape them when reality called. More than once she believed she’d discovered the one to uncover her secrets, to revel in the beauty of appreciating the world and everything in it. To read her stories and write her letters. But every time she found someone like this he became shallow and would disappear as if he had never been there to share in her existence. She realized maybe she was too intense and cared a little bit too much about them. The thing is, it was who she was, and there was no possibility of changing her existential being. She loved her maturity and her cultured views and all things old and new and precious. No one could alter her, she would just have to wait until someone was brave enough to take time and discover everything magical that made her the exquisite soul she was.

Lauren Eloria (via laureneloria-stories)

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Vincent saw us together one French evening and believed our souls were scintillating with all the right elements of love. He painted us together too; he titled it Starry Night. - E. M.

#love #poems to her #poems #poems on tumblr #i love you #starrynight #vangogh #vincent van gogh #creative writing #writing

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Some of us give ourselves up way too easy. We are only as valuable as the treasure we keep with us. Giving yourself to too many people, and allowing them to use you as they please is giving away all your valuables, regardless if it’s emotionally or physically. #druanthony 🖤

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"Sometimes I find myself thinking of your color and how beautiful it looks with mine. There's a reason why the galaxy looks so amazing in yellow and blue. It was always destined; just me and you." - E. Malark

#poems to her #yellow #blue #colors #galaxy #starrynight #creative writing #writing #poems #poems on tumblr #poetry

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thank you all for the kind words! i’m glad you can learn and take inspiration from this blog.

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I know it and believe it.

#Vincent #Van Gogh #starrynight #art #yellow #blue #night #sky #love #poemstoher #quotes #creative writing #poems on tumblr #i love you

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#words #thoughtstoher #love #letmeloveyou #i love you #attemptsinromance #poetry #poems on tumblr

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I’ve always wanted the best for you. Always.

#sunflowers #i love you #i care about you #growth #poemstoher #thoughts #thoughts on paper #blossom #sun #life #heart #soul #poems on tumblr #creative writing #writing

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Jealousy creeps in at the wrong times but it’s amazing how you make it go away. I just can’t explain it.

#frustration #jealousy #anger #poemstoher #thoughts on paper #please love me #i'm sorry #colors #creative writing #poems on tumblr #quotes

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There’s independence and there is space. You and I both need it, and that’s okay. I only hope you still love me the same.

#poemstoher #i love you #independence #creative writing #writing #poems on tumblr #poem #poetry

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They’re not letters to you, but they’re thoughts that I always think of when you cross my mind. You make me write and I hope someday you realize how coveted you are. I love you and that, will never change.

#missing you #changes #dedications #poemstoher #poems on tumblr #poems #poetry #writing #creative writing