Lost Love. Poems - Poems about Lost Love.

she has been looking for someone, since before she knew the word for wanting, “please, have you seen this person?” someone who’s tall and blonde and strong when she scratched her knees falling down the monkey bars —he can catch her when she falls, and lift her like she is air someone who's kind and has a puppy when she first held...

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Inspired by Prince Roger Nelson's song : When Doves Cry Grey clouds hover over my wasteland, the desert languishes in the heat of craving, deprived of the tuneful rain, until you arrive with drizzling breeze. In your pulsating embrace my heart’s oasis resounds with the symphony of desire. As the pristine patina of radiant roses flushes your crimson cheeks, rhapsody...

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jilted wallpaper flower ~ sours and appalls when blooms are sprawled as scours ...

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"The Darkened Sky Stole my Tears" ************************************************************** The Darkened Sky Stole my Tears ...

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Heartsick that foolish thing Thumping through my bones Shooed away, an errant puppy Still waiting for the stick throw It has sat so long Barely remembers what it misses now Some flicker of imagination A sense of who it was Yet refusing to let go Honouring it says To let it go, lets it end Drowning in defiance Knuckles white to the stone Yielding no blood ...

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>> true love, please. [ERROR]unable to retrieve file 'true' >> fine, then just love. [ERROR]file 'love' can’t exist without 'true' >> …just happiness, then. [ERROR]requires connection to server 'live'...

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To feel worthless and lost can be the worst defeat; don't wear that look of pretentiousness it takes away every joy and sweetness! No, there's no deep affection of woman , that once those lips whispered sweetly, and that magical glow could never be broken: I put my trust and faith in you so sincerely! My existence is hunted by demons, no...

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pulse()— //triggers beneath skin: jagged >> syntax.error: panic overflowed: line 21 { mind == burn; vision == glitched color; } >>>> crash report, rebooting… #cc0000 //devours what logic left behind...

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(Verse 1) I remember the chill in the air, When you said goodbye, like you didn’t care. Your words cut deep, left me bare, But I stayed silent, pretending I was fine. You walked away, said you needed space, That freedom would bring you back to grace. But in your eyes, I saw a trace Of something we couldn’t leave behind. (Pre-Chorus) I thought I’d...

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Darkness devours my miserly despondent room. Wide windows covered shutting all luminous light A taciturn thief that stole even the stars. I sigh, a sudden suffering, it steals my sorrow from my eyes. “The Darkened Sky Stole My Tears.” She had left for good, no reason given. Sorrowful soreness cling to my weary heart. I feel a dreadful dirge hurting...

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Like some dark frail bird she quivered and fluttered there at my door one dark cold Advent night, swearing to return come the new year with a photo of Brandenburg Gate. Arms, hands, fingertips, eyes, then nothing between us but electrified space – her light tread descending the steps – my heart drawn downward by the diminishing sound. Sometimes still my heart is snared between winter a swirling hem and Brandenburg...

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You Left Me Breathless your beauty overwhelmed me your life was so carefree I loved you more than you did know perhaps I told you more than show when you said goodbye tears fell from the sky with you I was so blessed without you I am so breathless ...

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Coal-brown smoke smudged lightly with hesitant fingers into the wet grey sky at the edges, a yellowing of dried grass scattered with copper berries fallen from their vines, a leaf spinning crazily on a breeze, a tentative parting of fingertips and a face turned slightly from mine – a profile obscured by dark hair – and eyes scan and count the pylons for something to do. The...

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I called you my Magyar princess because of your smoldering eyes and dark hair and maybe you were— or maybe just a woman who knew how to disappear while standing still. I got your number from your grandfather five years after you departed to visit the Brandenburg Gate with a promise to return in the spring. A Florida area code, and a man’s voice I...

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It's a funny strange thing When you're not around Like the lack of a smile On a circus clown Or a ferris wheel, With all empty seats a candied apple, More tart than sweet Like a merry-go-round That looks kind of scary Or that huge prize teddy You're not here to carry An amusement park, On a winters day And as...

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