Least Read Poems About First Love
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Belief
I once told a shy girl it was safer to kiss in doorways, since it was a portal
No one could figure if we were coming or going and therefore invisible
She raised herself up on tip toes and kissed me right there surprising me
She said she wanted to be able to tell the difference ...
No one could figure if we were coming or going and therefore invisible
She raised herself up on tip toes and kissed me right there surprising me
She said she wanted to be able to tell the difference ...
#love
#FirstLove
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January third is forever marked in my almanac of words
a forgotten hairbrush
longs to comb his chestnut hair
I marvel over old letters
your handwriting climbs
forgotten hills where hollow
through stained glass
I remember you
sitting among compost
reaching leaf born from
muddy stems into musk
until a lotus grew within
I was born that day
when I met you
all backbones
are skeleton closets
where your ghost breath blows
just for you
I became today
never...
longs to comb his chestnut hair
I marvel over old letters
your handwriting climbs
forgotten hills where hollow
through stained glass
I remember you
sitting among compost
reaching leaf born from
muddy stems into musk
until a lotus grew within
I was born that day
when I met you
all backbones
are skeleton closets
where your ghost breath blows
just for you
I became today
never...
#love
#grief
#FirstLove
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SoulMate
As I walked passed my reflection,
Seen myself as one of those many dwelling in desperation and anxiety of discoveries,
Trapped by seashells, i tried to break free of what was holding me prison for long at last, probably me,
Walking on a land I barely understand,
wishing i could recover what was lost,
between two different worlds,
worried for there is no option for an end, thoughts of desolation draws me near the path called give up not yet,
even if tomorrow maybe , uncertain and doomed to perish,
and the heat of the sun burns and the waves of a...
Seen myself as one of those many dwelling in desperation and anxiety of discoveries,
Trapped by seashells, i tried to break free of what was holding me prison for long at last, probably me,
Walking on a land I barely understand,
wishing i could recover what was lost,
between two different worlds,
worried for there is no option for an end, thoughts of desolation draws me near the path called give up not yet,
even if tomorrow maybe , uncertain and doomed to perish,
and the heat of the sun burns and the waves of a...
#relationships
#FirstLove
#crush
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Flowers and Roses
#love
#FirstLove
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