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Petale
Petale de floare ofilita,
Asa ma simt cateodata.
E un ciclu al vietii
Infinit si repetitiv.
Primesc soare ,ploaie,vant,
Cresc,ma ridic si pic.
Si iar de la capat.
Nu ai obosit?
Petale de floare,,de nu ma uita”.
Albastre ca ochii tai,
Albastre ca marea linistita dupa furtuna,
Asa ma simt de fiecare data cand ma privesti.
Oare sunt de ajuns?
Sunt de ajuns ca sa te simti iubit?
Toata lumea pleaca,oare vei pleca si tu?
Petale de floare de colt
Albe ca puritatea, ca sentimentele pe care ti le port.
Singura,izolata si privind de sus,
Admirand linistea si peisajul,
Departe de agitatie.
Oare vei reusi sa ma vezi de departe?
Vei reusi sa vezi cat sunt de speciala?
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When the clouds rolled in 🌥
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Maybe someday, in different cities; we’ll be looking at the moon but end up counting stars,
Your portraits of me that you call ‘a lover from paradise’
Will sit still as the rain washes over the paint like it was the canvas which was the true masterpiece,
I know that you used to pick up every crumpled piece of paper that I threw away,
Smiling while I called them a disgrace to poetry,
Someday I’ll find them in your drawer, hidden in a shelf you never let me see,
And that time I’d realise that the reason why you didn’t leave me a letter when you left,
Because these would cover up for my tradition of burning with all my old flames,
Cold evenings in January and lonely afternoon in June,
I’d walk to the place where we last exchanged looks but never a goodbye,
Maybe someday you’ll find yourself in that place too,
Wishing that maybe I’d repeat my habit of missing you and walk there just to find unknown faces but a familiar memory,
But happy endings are stuff of the movies,
Realities don’t always give you what you need,
Picking up from where we left would surely be something that the both of us would have nightmares about,
Because my crumpled poetries wouldn’t have a safe home anymore,
Your portraits would be nameless canvases of abstract art,
All we have left now; is a story,
A story neither if us wants to complete because we’re too busy completing the chapters if sequel we thought we’d write together,
But now you write it all by yourself, and I by myself,
Wondering if that’s all there was or that’s all there will be,
Because someday when we’ll cross paths again maybe, just maybe, destiny wouldn’t play it’s part again.
Ps. I’ve been really really inactive, but still thanks to all the folks who read and reblog my posts, yall are the MVPs.
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I told you you were going to find someone else and I told you you were going to be happy again- even happier than you were with me, and I told you that everything was going to be okay and eventually you wouldn’t miss me anymore and the truth is I knew exactly what I was saying, but I wasn’t prepared to be right.
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“I feel myself shutting down, closing off, like I should tell people, ‘No, we don’t use this heart anymore. It’s too fragile.’”
— Courtney C. Stevens / The Lies About Truth
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Birth Certificates are just receipts for human beings.
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“I love you
Even though I know
I shouldn’t.
So I’ve pushed you away
Though I want to hold on.
Wanting you was destroying me,
I had to find reality.
I need to find some clarity
Before I lose myself completely.
I love you.
I believe I have for some time
But just recently
I wished you were mine.
So I set you free,
With too many thoughts
Burned into my mind.
I love you
But I have to say goodbye.”
-K.N.B.
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“I am addicted To the way your skin feels beneath my fingers. To the extent that I fantasize, More than I’d ever care to admit. I want to memorize Every single piece of you. The rise and fall of your breath. The steady beating of your heart. The low vibration of your voice. The euphoric taste of your lips. The gentleness of your touch. So when we’re apart I can close my eyes And fade into you. I am addicted.”
— -K.N.B.
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