#poetic

I’ve tried to water the flowers in my head, but they’re already dead.

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you loved me when i was shining the brightest, when my flowers had bloomed, when there wasnt any rain or thunderstorms on ...

It doesn't matter how far away you are, just to know you exist, oh, it brings such a warm smile to my lips! Whether you ...

I smile the sweetest smile for I feel him right here beside me, watching over me, holding me. His sweet tender presence ...

I hear beyond the words, to the intentions of the heart beneath and I see them weaved in your words and they are the ...

Sometimes melancholy gets the best of me and fills the place where you used to live and in doing so sings the song of your ...

Do you know how much vulnerability can be in the words, “I miss you.”? ...

Bring me into the rushing water of your river. ...

Sometimes love grants us all the words in the world and sometimes it leaves us speechless....

You have made my heart into a canvas on which every day you paint your love....

 I am at loss as to what to say to convey the entirety of this feeling that lives inside of me. You make my lips burst ...

Everyday life is a challenge. So many things we need to balance, the things we need to do, the things we want to do. So ...

Fingers entwined I smile like the sun My heart flies like the wind My soul breathes like a dream ...

You open my soul and found it's a poetry book I have that beats in my chest disguised as a heart. ...

My lips wait, red pomegrantes ready for harvest, dripping sweetness, waiting anxiously. ...

To have two people coincide at the exact same time when both have busy lives, responsabilities to bear, demands of time ...

You call it life but I call it hell....

There's this ache inside of me This ache I can not scratch Its growing and consuming It's taking my sanity away...

All the warmth seemed to have left his limbs and concentrated in his heart, the blood pooling there, rushing, trying to ...

I am the one that came from the sea with aquamarine waves at her feet. Wild and mysterious as the seaspray. I am the cry ...

So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my

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Sometimes I think poets like me are meant to be alone, to love in the purity of a vacuum, to love illusions and hug ...

My love, know I am smiling because your eyes are still in my mind and the feel of your hands still linger on every curve I have....

How sweet is a sincere hug from a sister of the soul. It wipes away your tears and puts hope in your heart once more! ...