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What's
the
matter
of
living
one
hundred
years,
if
can't
share
them
with
you?
Poems on the topic: love
Poems on the topic “love” on Poets.by.
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'You turned my suicide notes into love letters'
-that is why i am grateful for you at 3'o clock am
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Slowly,
surely,
and
definitely unexpectedly
falling for you.
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we love to imagine
that somehow,
somewhere,
someone
is perfectly made for us
forever.
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if it's love or not, but sometimes
i imagine what 'us' would like
'us'--what a beautiful word!
it can mean so much or so little
it can be define or undefined
i wish i could ask how you feel
and maybe i would make up my mind
but maybe i wouldn't and sometimes
i wonder if i just talk myself
into believing there's more to this feeling
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I stare at you for a second
I never thought
the sunlight
across your face
is the only
kind of poetry
that I will
ever need~
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Sometimes watching your smile
Listening to your golden laugh
It was all yellow.
Wildflowers on meadows
Sunset on beaches
Endless sunny days
The world is melting like an ice cream in the heat
Sticky and sweet
Swimming in thick syrup
So tiring just like painting a perfect grin
And that was when I see blue in you.
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One afternoon on a mid-summer Tuesday
When you walked into our room
I couldn't explain to you how good it feels
To look up across the front door
And see you standing there.
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I keep the thought of you always present
It is in my private garden
I let it bloom and run through me like hot blood that runs the earth
Like flowing lava that heats deep within my heart
You float in love
In happiness and inspiration
I have been falling in admiration and friendship for you for quite a long time
You are a man of intelligence and talents
An art
A poet
A flower
A violet
A bestfriend
You are a magnificent hue
You are beautiful dream to dream.
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// All the love stories
I wrote
were just
the introductions
of what would be
a tragic
ending. //
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You don't love me.
Even when you see me shedding in tears
Your heart doesn't ache anymore.
You don't love me.
There is no other reason.
That is all.
That is how you really feel.
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For a long time,
I tossed and turned.
Unable to sleep
Wondering if maybe, just maybe
He is awake and thinking of me too.
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