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Play in the background
I let the song that brings me closer to you -
Play in the background.
I close my eyes to see the constellations.
With you gone... alone.
We meet in heaven;
Here our dating failed -
Falling in love - faded.
Until we die, maybe we'll meet again,
I let the song that brings me closer to you -
play.
We could dance until "the song on the repeat" ends.
I let the song that brings me closer to you
- Play on the rhythm of my mood.
©roxana91 -
jovanne
7w
Special One
It's well said you need someone or something in your life that makes your life meaningful.
Some find it in person and some in creatures .
We love that human being or thing to the fullest from deep down our hearts.
Their liking becomes ours , their disliking becomes ours.
We try our level best to fit in their world.
That special someone can be names as "............"
©jovanne -
All things Love
The first boy I ever loved
had a beautiful smile
which he smiled at everyone
but me.
My first ever love died
in my diary, under my bed.
The second boy that I loved
was sweet and sour all at once
he tasted like autumn
but with season's demise,
roses died within me.
Isn't that what autumn is about after all?
Endings and death.
Ruins.
The third boy I loved,
adorned his love with poems
and alas, that is where it lost it's way
among metaphors and phrases,
but somehow, that love
continued living
in between hollow manuscripts
even if it killed all of what we were.
We burnt our souls,
running after the forevers
inscribed on cursed stones.
The fourth boy I loved,
told me not to love him.
He found my scattered ashes
somewhere on a footpath across the graveyard
and taught me how to rise
out of misery
even if he left me miserable,
he left me, free;
he left me. (for good)
The fifth boy that I loved,
I almost didn't love
cause I was too scared to lose
yet again;
I was too scared to fall
into the abyss-
but somehow I have learnt
love is not about winning
it's about feeling things you have never before
even if they make your heart beat
and make you feel humane
and maybe, just maybe
it's about living,
a little.
It isn't about falling
because if anything,
love gives you wings and
love becomes your sky.
The boy that i love
feels how a sky would
after it has rained
during a sunset,
peacefully chaotic;
he almost makes me want to live
even if it'd mean I'll have to die again
i would.
//of hopelessly falling into the sky
until i fly
-raika -
A dew drop forged in the
Smithy of cold mornings
holds pride of place on
the precipice of a cliff
of a grass blade
©artemiswrites -
yamini_sinha
7w
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Thank you @writersnetwork for all the love you have showered upon me ❤, each repost brings loads of happiness ❤City that was ours
The scent of winter smog
The fading fireplace charcoal
I sit across the wooden bench
Reminiscing your favourite salad bowl
Where we baked our poetry
And celebrated our differences
The music of love still flows after ages
Metaphors bloom on the past occurrences
What if we revisit our city of unfinished dreams
The same sky and the promising sun
Arms open for the endearing wind
To cast our impressions on the sandhills, half done .
©yamini_sinha
