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Hi.
This is kind of awkward but...
will you be my first?
The first one to
hold me tight like
he never wants to let me go
The first one to
make me want to believe
that someone can actually promise
"forever"
The first one to
interlock his fingers with mine
gaze into my eyes
smile a little smile and say
"hi", quiet and glad
The first one to
make me blush with just a gaze
make me find out what it means
to have my heart skip a beat
annoy me in a way
that makes me want to capture this moment
The first one to
become the other half
of the memory of the first time
I pressed my lips against yours
and we discovered what
a kiss tastes like
And maybe you won't
be the last one to
hold onto a piece of my heart
Maybe you'll leave me behind
with only the memory of your arms and lips
a ghost of your warmth
following tears making their way down my cheeks
to lips tasting of salt instead of a kiss
Maybe
you won't be the last one
but
will you be the first one?
This is kind of awkward but...
will you be my first?
The first one to
hold me tight like
he never wants to let me go
The first one to
make me want to believe
that someone can actually promise
"forever"
The first one to
interlock his fingers with mine
gaze into my eyes
smile a little smile and say
"hi", quiet and glad
The first one to
make me blush with just a gaze
make me find out what it means
to have my heart skip a beat
annoy me in a way
that makes me want to capture this moment
The first one to
become the other half
of the memory of the first time
I pressed my lips against yours
and we discovered what
a kiss tastes like
And maybe you won't
be the last one to
hold onto a piece of my heart
Maybe you'll leave me behind
with only the memory of your arms and lips
a ghost of your warmth
following tears making their way down my cheeks
to lips tasting of salt instead of a kiss
Maybe
you won't be the last one
but
will you be the first one?
Literature
Millions
How do you tell the story of how a million people felt?
It's like trying to put words on infinity. The telling never ends; once you've caught a thread, you find that it is inextricably bound to countless others, an incomprehensible chain of emotion, a tangled spider web, shuddering with our nympholepsy. Even pictures only tell a thousand words, and a thousand pictures could never hope to come close to the words we lacked. The media's well of words ran dry how could you say it? Activists grew docile and listless what was there to say?
Our misery was collective, but as a collective we were splintered irreconcilably, individ
Literature
Brief Considerations
I have briefly considered burning.
Though always smouldering,
there was never quite a flame,
so to speak.
I have always been more
like a dim light,
glaring from a distance.
After lengthy consideration,
it has been decided that the
acrid stench would do me
no favours.
I have grown to accept
that I am no star,
no source of light
for the malcontent.
I am just one small light,
flickering, wavering,
barely existing;
Yet I carry on
and that is good enough
for now.
Literature
Blackout poetry
The strange and extreme things
that we do
for love
teach you how to
fit into the spaces
between my ribs.
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TO NOBODY SPECIFIC. I just watched 'the book thief' and it left me feeling very sad and then this was created.
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so lovely and sweet...you described the meaning of love....without use that word.....I really like to read that kind of romantic poetry..