Tag: love
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Honey.
The tension drips bitter, onyx black like the coffee you gaze into whilst you stir it with loneliness, regret. You tread the beaten path in open air as a passer-by leaves a lingering scent of the rose water which would douse my neck. You reminisce, clouded by the aroma only to find your palms unclasped. […]
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Shattered.
Winter’s snow chilled her hands until rosy pink. She walked the streets alone, gazing at the ashy grey beaten ground beneath her charcoal saude boots; while simultaneously trying to refrain from the negative thoughts which were accumulating in her mind. A tailored khaki coat paired with a monochrome checkered scarf provided a false sense of […]
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Saudade.
Daydreaming, in nostalgia of those moments we shared. Drifting, as my thoughts wander; retracing the motion of your fingers gliding the waves of my hair. Inherently, in night’s twilight I turn to find your embrace, only to be evoked of your absence. Reminiscent, of the journeys we took arms entwined, steps in sync a gentle […]
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Misty.
If my thoughts were objects they’d be contorted, morphed into an altered form; alike a cloud or mist that hovers… solely isolated. If my tears could be collated they’d form a stream of regret, a river of all I wish could be realiterated. If my feelings were on a canvas they’d be the merge of […]
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[Poem]: Autumn evening.
Arms interlinked like a necklace, footsteps in perfect symmetry. Following the night lights which glimmer, illuminating their smiling faces. Captivated by the tranquillity of a Japanese water feature, still huddling side-by-side in seek of warmth. He guides her, trusting his intuition: she feels safe and content. Sitting across from eachother in a patisserie, hands enclasped […]
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[Poem]: Comfortable.
I wouldn’t desire to live another way, laying beside you is where I must stay. Protected by your presence dowst in your essence. It’s too effortless to write about you. I wonder, is your mind often infused with me too? I’m merely a spectator in your shadow who has been impailed in the heart by […]
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[Poem]: To be loved.
I remember the first time you told me you loved me. My heart melted & I felt compelled toward you. My love for you then started to bloom. It grew intensely, no matter how many thorns you had. These feelings haven’t ceased; I’m sure they never will. The promise I did make, can never break. […]
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