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Saman Badam Feb 16
The day my eyes had kissed her, cast a spell,
Through eyes so blue, and deep, in silence bright,
She pulled me deep where endless oceans swell,
And snared my heart in ringlets spun from light.

Her mocha tan like silk on eastern breeze,
Her hair like satin husks of corn aglow,
Her voice, a symphony and song from seas,
Her ears like cockles pulled from beach below.

The way she whisks a child to gentle smiles.
She waltzes light with grace of woodland elves.
Like seaside breeze, she ran that quarter mile.
In ebb and flow, she makes me forget 'self.

We never spoke, and maybe never shall,
She lingers inside me like heartbeat call.
Andrew Feb 13
Losing someone you never even dated is a different kind of Heartbreak.
You pour your emotions,
Your quiet hopes, into a connection that never fully existed outside of your Mind.

Every Smile,
Every Glance, becomes something you overanalyze.
Searching for a sign, a spark.
Something that might prove she felt it too.
But most days, it's like standing in the shadows.
Watching her move through life without ever really seeing you.

Stuck in this in-between,
Too much for just friends,
Somehow not enough for anything more.
And that Stings.
Wondering if she ever saw what you felt.
If she ever noticed your quiet affection or your subtle longing.

Unrequited love doesn't fade,
It buries itself deep, waiting in some quiet corner of your heart.
Still Aching.
And sometimes we wait too long for the love we deserved all along.
Forgetting that our worth is never tied to someone else recognition of it.

But you can never forget the weight of love unspoken,
A story that never began yet still feels irrepairably broken.
Mica Wood Feb 10
Sweet bitterness is
Coffee with sugar, no cream
And my love for you.
josef Feb 9
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do i like him
yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes

will i ever be with him
probably not probably not probably not probably not

am i sad about it
yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes

why do i like him
his eyes, his smile, his music taste, his curly hair, his sense of humour, his laugh, him

like an inaccessible mountain
he stands there
looking majestic and
beautiful
i will not ever be with him
and looking at him reminds me
he is not mine
he will not be mine
he can not be mine
unless god intervenes

i don’t want clever conversation
never want to work that hard
i just want someone that i can talk to
i want you just the way you are


not going to be his
not going to be anything but a friend
not going to run my hands through his black curls
not going to see him after we graduate college
not going to talk to him
not going to spend maths lessons with him
not going to talk to him in pe
not going to shove him again

what will i do
get a husband that’s not as good as him
one that doesn’t make me laugh like he does
one who doesn’t have his sense of humour, his curls, his music taste
one that isn’t him

what a **** life
a life without will french
a life without the man who makes me feel like someone cares about me

a life without oxygen
i don’t want to compromise
i’d rather have him
please god
god
god
god
lord
jesus
father
please
yahweh
let me be with him
a heaven without him isn’t heaven
heaven is perfect
he is perfect
perfection
perfect like
the rain
a black cat
his eyes
his hair
his freckles
Make the squirming stop
Hit it with a rock
These feelings I can't quell
They're pointless now to tell
I don't want to suppress
That I failed to impress
How you make me feel
I wish you'd just reveal
If I could make you swell
I know you're stuck in hell
You might not even see
Me trying to please
Should I give up?
Or fight through this muck?
anna Feb 5
The world around me is unknown. The
swirled images, harsh stone,  blue eyes,
skyscapes, confused sunsets.
Each whispered word, each empty touch.

If the moon shone just as bright,
what would be the sake of the beauty of the sunrise?
If the stars could fill the void,

why would the sun bother rising?
Why would clouds cover horizons?

when all I want is it to stop,
to still, to stunt, to sigh, to breathe
to be. But the world spins faster,

and I blink through a clouded haze
at the calm of now, the facts,
the brink of crowded days.
Yagiz Efe Feb 5
I know, I know
I know, I know…

My best friend calls it a lie. Whether that is true or false I know it's worthy of a try. it's unrealistic, it's impossible, it's weird, “or so they say”. could it be a trick? I know my feelings aren’t exactly as clear as day.

I always have the need to be with said someone, whose name I can't even disclose. It’s my affection that I need to decompose. But I just want to hold her tight and never let go. tell her how I feel, how I really feel.
Why is it that this thing I can't let go moves so slow? Is it just an endless pit of sorrow? Is it even real?
so I guess

I know I know
I know I know…

love is not real.

“or so they say”
In case you haven’t figured it out yet. “It” refers to love.
Yagiz Efe Feb 5
you were a stranger for most of my life. Yet I only started living when I met you.
my heart took a hit, my happiness took a dive. I lost control not knowing what to do.

My days, now filled with the absence of your presence. My life now left without much of an essence.

Just like that you became so close to me like something I never had experienced before.
And just like that, on a usual Wednesday, we became strangers once more.

Which is strange because you're a stranger from whom I know everything about.
The bond we had you said was one sided, but I refuse to believe that to be true.
Yet here I am meaning nothing to you.

Just like that…
One of my latests. This is the first that is about the new chapter in my life and thus my poems. That being about grief, rebuilding, acceptance or something along the lines of that.
Lady Reverie Feb 2
Stars shine through,
Future in view.
I say,
It won't be you.

Yet, underneath the pouring rain,
Roofs shall bear pain.
Longing still...
For it be untrue.
A poem dedicated to my special someone with someone else as its special someone.
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