#twcpoetry

What are we if not collections of memories? Our existences are stories upon stories upon stories tall, full of every story

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Breathe. You are still here. There is still oxygen coursing through your lungs. Your heart is still beating, even if the

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I receive your consciousness, I unravel you this garden of palpitation, I offer your naked body to the roses,

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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. ...

It feels so dark sometimes Sinking into this feeling I’m not interested in trying Consumed by not being good enough ...

It’s okay to leave now Let me drift away The unknown is just Another day //stay....

I think you’re the love of my life and I’m afraid of letting you go....

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. ...

I’m really on the ledge this time Giving it all for you With nothing expected in return And I hate the way I always miss you,......

come abuse me take all you can as long as you use me own me for a lifetime let me be yours your punching bag your ...

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

What is the rhythm of an embrace? Is it that of my heart or of his? Is it the one of our dreams? Is it the one of our ...

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

Just promise you’ll love me One more night Just enough To make it feel alright Even if we’re playing pretend That we ...

somewhere there’s a place where our dark souls go to meet we are one in the same from this festering world that we came ...

Always inventing New ways to hurt me Must be getting exhausting Don’t you see what you do? You must really think I’m a ...

Sleep is elusive. Hides in the back of my mind behind the myraid of fears I didn't know I have. I know I should sleep and ...