Mirakee
She asked me if I love her,
I said No".
How can I tell her I love her,
When I'm starting to doubt if I know what the word "love" means.
©daryl_vander
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daryl_vander
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Why y'all feeling bad for no good reason?
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daryl_vander
2w
Sometimes,
Like the north and south poles of a magnet,
Opposites attract.
And sometimes,
No matter how badly opposites desire each other,
Just Like fire and ice,
They're not meant to be together.
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daryl_vander
3w
My sister asked why I dont call you anymore.
I told her its because you said I shouldn't.
And when she asked why you said that..,
I ignored her.
Because I couldn't muster up the courage to tell her that I broke up with you.
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daryl_vander
3w
©daryl_vander
Would you still love me,
If I showed you the skeletons in my closet ?
Would you,
Be there to watch the skeletons decay?
Or would you..
Out of fear,
Turn back and walk away ? -
daryl_vander
3w
She lurks in the shadows,
Monitoring my every move.
It's either I can feel it...
Or I'm paranoid.
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daryl_vander
3w
It's ironic...
That in every relationship that I've been in,
I was always scared of getting broken hearted.
Yet in every relationship that I've been in,
I've always been the one breaking hearts.
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daryl_vander
3w
Isn't it amazing,
That the existence of every human,
Is a symbol of the declaration of love between two people?
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daryl_vander
4w
You are not what you have done.
You are what you plan to do.
You may have done terrible things
But that doesn't make you a terrible person.
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daryl_vander
4w
Childish brains in grown bodies ..Parents
©daryl_vander
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a_dream_book
2w
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a_dream_book
2w
I still Love the way
You loved Me!
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a_dream_book
3w
If my tears
are ink to
write misery
You would
read a never
ending poem
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a_dream_book
4w
Life is full of Dreams..
Some come true..
And some will be distorted...
Whatever happens..
Never stop Dreaming!
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vidhi_67
7w
Our eyes are all a universe,
When we sleep, we enter a darkness.
We follow the trail of our eye, into the tunnel of the iris, and we find another world
A world of subconscious, a world of dreams, a world of nightmares, a world of no laws.
I wonder, when we die?
Do we wake up in the other realm of that world?
Or do we simply fade away?
©vidhi_67 -
©a_painter_of_words
If each hair on our heads
Represented a person in our memories,
Then don't you think it makes sense
That people fade away with time? -
a_painter_of_words
5w
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Seams and Patches of yesterday
©a_painter_of_words
I write of today while sandwiched
Caught between yesterday and tomorrow,
For the seams of today join the fabrics
Fabrics of the day past and the day yet unknown.
Call me a tailor if you will,
For I mend my past in hopes to make amends
With patches of apologies sown across the garments which adorn me.
And though in your eyes I mar the beauty of my fabric
To me I do so for you to see,
That you may learn from each stitch
And call them lessons
Remembering that we all are tailors too. -
jheymuse
22w
The pleasure of love lasts a moment but the pain of love lasts a lifetime
©jheymuse -
Real Magic
Her words were magic.
REAL magic.
That kind of magic that transports you to another world; not even a new world, you've been so many times before. Though, the way she takes you there, with those words of hers, heck, it's beyond words, like being there and seeing colour for the first time.
It's magic.
She makes you feel something you cannot describe, because words to do so cannot exist. It's a feeling so pure, in such an impure reality. Some would say it is love, and mayhap it is, but it is no less magic.
Her eyes are dark as an endless abyss, and far more deep; her hair as black as a clear night sky, shimmering like mercurial waves as zephyrs breeze by; the pallour of her skin glistening in perfect contrast to both, as the moon above; white as the purest dove broken by the lies of love, empty promises of magic never fulfilled. Tired of waiting, seeking freedom, she made a way out; and it was magic.
Words weaved wonderfully into flowing forms freely flying into oblivion, like a somber silver star shooting through the void, crashing into the hearts and souls who were there to see them; feel them.
Words of love and tragedy, happiness and misery, hope and despair.
Barely words...
Rather, real magic.
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rapha_lodeon
20w
In life, people are going to talk behind you. But dont worry because actually that's where they belong, behind you
©rapha_lodeon
