Romance
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What will I beonce I put awayall this infinityI helped to bea place to bejust me?Fighting for the onewho did shudderwhen the worldwith its bewildermentsfilled her mind,faded her soul.Repairing the onewhose heart had beenled astray.What is left in me,while I realizewhere I’m torn?Eyes are embeddedin a sculpture,looking my wayto see if I amalso led astray.Such
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Rubbed together,idling foreverin that fervent natureof your intensity.You come here,waiting for a trainfor your journeyto remain endless.There’s no stop.There’s what you keephoping to return to,embedded like darknessin thunderclouds.Your wings are furled,your eyes are closeddreaming to escapewithin some thoughtthat is buriedafter more thought.Your face, a canvasfor exploration,or for resignation,depletes you to seemore ghoststhan signs.
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In here,the world is cold,far from circulation,from from the heatof that extensiveanticipation.Are you safe?We’ve lingered here,reaching for wordsto recover meaningfor a lack of color.Are you loved?This isolation sheltersnot much morethan our two heartspieced together.It’s all that I cangive to you,while our knotremains tight,as this spotstays bright.We can light candles,that are fewer than fuses,not giving into
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It’s been fatalto mingle with yourfragile similarity.I want to protect,while I cannot connectwith a proper vow.You stand there,gentle in the gusts,careful in the airthat is your misery.You’ve yearned,you’ve hurtthroughout time,throughout hours,those minutes,those secondshanging onto youfrom winkled hands.The stillest framecannot contain you,cannot refrain youfrom seeking shelterin the pouring rain.This simplest stateto your complexityharbors ruinfrom your heartbuilt
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Soft signs, subtle marksmerely whisper your storyto state just a tingeof all its vividness.I haven’t understood it,when I am unable to,when you are unable tolet others within.You wilt, while this fogtends to obscurethe glistening on a woundyou’re desperate to show.You have prayed,but no one answers.You have called,but no one is thereto hear your criesgathered for
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Come out of that crowdto let your heart be nearthis one that beatsfor another one.Come closer, come seewhat’s been waitingfor a shape to formout of nothingness.There’s somethingto be believing in,someone elseto breathe with,while we’re searchingthrough tall grassfor our home.We’re here to settle,to surrender beneaththe connecting clouds,deserving of whatcomes next.These fields will burn,it will our turnto
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Deprecate it,as soon as youanticipate it,believing that youare leaving tracks,but you are sinking.Do you knowthat you are drowningto keep yourself afloat?It’s the knotthat you tighten,holding another one’stotal, equivalent ruinclose at hand.You’re kissing facesthat have simplysung for you to entertheir scarred arms.You’re leaving traces.It’s their shed skinyou hold up to yourtrembling lips.There will beno one leftto
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At long last,we’ve neared it,not reaching it,never to take it inour burned palms.It was the airwe began to breathe,seeing that sightof crystal sands.We didn’t get there,falling into the fade,the weather aboveseeking shelteron our face.Swept overboard,losing control,starving our heartsbefore the final feastwe begged for.It was the firewe began to feel,not for its warmth,not from its light.Stillness
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Countless eyes,among stretching shadows,as you are here, awaitingwhat little I can giveto keep you smiling.One more teardropadds to the flood,raises the tideto further paralyzethe state of us.We are bound,though we go nowhereon a train, with our paintaking us everywhereour imaginationis taking us.We live, while wedo not breathe,while love has coloredour skin with rust,covering our heartswith
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I restate this dustto be your magic,for you’ve come inlike a whirlwind,sweeping awayall the decay.You’ve entered,exiting from somewherestill so old, still sounappreciated.You are fire.you’ll be here,much like the sparkignited in your stare.You’ll be gone,removing yourself,reserving who you arefor another time.You’ll be water,you’ll glide awaywith all the clutterreturning this way.If a kiss is laidupon your heart,will
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It was honest.It wasn’t true,because the light,that one that let usalways thrivehad extinguished.It was potent.It didn’t last,alongside the rushwe felt during timeswe were buriedin the dark.Hope kept us goingwhen eyes were lookingto thinning horizons.Grace kept us upright,as hearts were poundingon fragile reflections.Before it’s timeto let us go,we should decoratethe memories that followwith as little bitterness,as
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You reflectedfor a better chance,to be the one to decidewhere light can hide.You rememberedwhat no one knewabout what you were,within the dark.You thrived to escape,seeking solaceamong fading structure,to teem in isolation.A waste of eternityis what you lived on,for a single second.It’s this ephemeral,evanescent outpourof your glamor.It sank into the sea,for just you to receiveall you
Modern Romanticism 