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43 · Jul 15
the idea of love
Påłpëbŕå Jul 15
it's isn't about the looks,
but the characters built in books
for a tall handsome man in my head
looks better in my imagination instead
it ain't about the way he speaks
but the silence of anonymity makes me weak
for once when he'd start moving his lips
the illusion my mind conjured up would skip
it isn't about how he is in the videos he makes
its the stillness of the photograph that makes my heart shake
the mystery is attractive and reality is always a ******
the idea of my crush is pretty, looking good only in summer
but as the last piece of puzzle fits, its winter again
everything back to square one, back to being sane
for i crave a fallen angel with possessive arms and a heady glare
a ****** up moral compass and just one woman for whom he cares
a head full of thick dark hair and a skin not so fair
a manly stubble decorating his jaw and a mouth meant to be kissed
a presence so commanding that it is hard to be missed
an anti-hero through and through, darkness with a tinge of light
but i know fr, he will only ever exist if this is what i do, i write
first deserve then desire
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FIRSTS FIRST
why is it that the "first" everything mesmerizes me
is it the beginning of a story that sets my heart free?
the first electric zap felt on meeting someone's eyes
the connection built in an instant, a new desire thrives
the first step taken by a little baby on her own
or the excitement of listening to someone's voice over the phone
for the very first time, something blossoming anew
a seedling sprouting into a tree under the sky so blue
yes, the freshness of a new day's morning dew
and visiting a place for the first time for a beautiful view
all these things and more make my nerves explode
with a joy so surreal, something i always love to explore

the first time i speak to a stranger will be the last time he will be a stranger,
the sunrise of 1st January will always be a game changer,

the first child, the first day at school, the first time i hold someone's hand

or the first time someone touches beyond my body, ingraining himself on my skin like a brand

the introduction to a topic or the chapter number one in my books
the first heartbreak, the first financial decision i ever took?

all this and more, rattles me to my very core
because firsts don't last, the energy fades
one after another, more memories we make
until the movie ends and credits apear on the black background
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-i love firsts since they do not last,
and maybe that's why there's such a fuss about our past?
i love firsts because they don't last
and that's why a part of us shall always stay in the past

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