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Micko 25m
Touch my soul,
pull me from the shadows
where silence, buried my all desires.


Caress me, my love.
Let your hand wander
through the aching quiet between my thighs.


Breathe light into my hollows,
shake the numbness from my bones.


Let’s explore each other’s skin
a million times, effortlessly...
as if we were made for this.


Let the world slip away.
Let it all unravel.
Let desire speak in a language only we know.


Because you, my love...
you are the storm in my stillness,
the chaos I crave.


Originally written by Micko.
All rights reserved.
29.April.2025.©️
The new dawn 222
I stayed up till 2 AM

With nothing but daydreams,

Where I took you to a hidden spot in the forest

A garden concealed between the seams

We listened to Montell Fish

With our fingers sewn together

Something floats along the stream

Like a cardinal feather

The pavement cracks

And flowers grow from it

I wanna tell her I love her

But that’s hard to admit

We lay in the grass

Looking at the sky

Between the crooked trees,

The blue starts to cry

I remember that day,

You ran up to me in the parking lot

You told me I was beautiful,

And my heart stopped

I don’t know if you love me too

Because I can’t think when you’re around

When I felt your arms framing my waist

I swear I could have drowned

You ran up and hugged me

And I’ll never forget

The way your eyes stared into mine

And your arms around my silhouette

What I hate most about this,

Is that we never confessed

And I’ll never get to know

If you also felt your heart,

Thumping hard in your chest

But I stayed up till 2 AM

With nothing but empty schemes

And I lie awake

Hoping you aren’t just a dream
I hope shes reading this
Micko 5h
I used to wait on empty roads,
Begging ghosts to turn and see me.
I wrote poems like lifelines,
Hoping you’d read between the ache.

But love taught me something else,
That silence is sometimes an answer,
And letting go doesn’t mean losing,
It means I finally chose myself.

So if I leave, it’s not revenge.
It’s restoration.
It’s the song I hum
When I’m walking home to peace.


Originally written by  Micko.
17.April.2025  ©️
The new dawn 222.
Micko 5h
I listened,
not because I was bored,
but because I cared.
I stayed,
not because I was lost,
but because my heart is rare.

You spoke of storms,
and I offered shelter.
You spoke of wounds,
and I offered love, not judgment.

Yet when the dust settled,
I realized...
some hearts seek a crowd,
but not a home.

So I folded my feelings like a letter,
unsigned, but full of truth.
And I walked,not in anger,
but in respect for my own soul.

Some exits are not slammed doors,
they are soft steps,
on paths lit by self-love...

Originally written by Micko.
29.April.2025 ©️
The new dawn 222.
Micko Apr 19
Like stars that knew their place in the sky,
We didn’t find love, love found us
when your gaze brushed against mine like fate,
in that breathless second,
where everything else faded.
Written in silence, drawn in by light,
Like sunlight slipping through the cracks
of hearts we thought were sealed.
You and I were always meant to be,
With a touch like magic,
you inscribed your words into the walls of my heart.


Written by
Micko.
All rights reserved.
©️ April 2025.
The new dawn  222.
Micko Nov 2024
Some nights into the fantasy  world I sink ,
Eyes closed as I visualize you each second ,
The shape of your body, your sensitive skin,

Lost in your eyes,
I stretch my hand and pull you closer,
Your body against mine,
Our lips touch,
Our tongues entangled,
The soft and slow moans fill our room,
As we dance to the music of our sweet sounds,

From a far we can  hear our heartbeats, as our souls sync,
Into the wilderness we fly,
If this love is a sin , why does it feel so pure and holy  loving you?
Zanari 1d
She loves me, she loves me not.

That is the cycle life had adapted for me to ride, through day and night, then sunshine and rain.

It feels as if a sickening game, what is life daring for me to partake? A dangerous charade where both of us find ourselves staring out into nothing.
—the clock ticks once.. then twice... Not a third.


She looks at me with those eyes so that I cannot help but crave her embrace, it is wrong for me to be so.. selfish.
Must you look at me like that as while slipping you're hand into mine?

As the seasons begin to shift, a whole other cycle once again spirals much like that of an aimless soap opera plot.
Yearning, solemness, jealousy, then departure. Again.. and again...

I am filthy, but please... do not toss me away, you promised.. you promised that if I gave you my heart and soul, the world would be mine through you're eyes.

Yet only half.. of that deal had been transacted, I am now nothing but a robot without batteries.
I am scared..
I feel disgusted...

Just a minute longer within you're warmth before you go, he was right.
I should have stopped and glanced into the other direction that day, the day that you had looked at me the way that turns my stomach in knots now..

Will you be mine? My Valentine?
—no, I know that you love another.
But I can't... I cannot stop thinking of you.

I shall be you're precious doll if you ask me too, I will.. I will even set my heart ablaze so you can sleep without the loud beating of my heart beside you.


So why him? That boy who called you that 'girl in my math class'
He won't be good, just as the boy before him and so on..
I love you, I love you much more than I should..

That being the main reason of my despair, the borderline of why I am now sitting in a corner and slowly losing strands of my very hair.
So please.. please... Please.... See me the way I see you my dear.

I want to feel the warmth like those princess's within those fairytales, you're long hair seeping over my shoulders as I feel the embrace I so desperately desire.
Please...
That is all I ask of you...

Be mine, as I shall be yours my dearest..
Doomed wuhluhwuh ending for me ig...(⁠〃゚⁠3゚⁠〃⁠)
Anailen Apr 17
her
i need to drown in your scent
to be engulfed in your presence
to melt in your arms
and become one with you
For my girlfriend (i will probablynever show her). I was writting this and she texted me which I think isn't a coincidence. I wish I could do even the most mundane things with her. Wish people would just accept us as is.
Every day on this train station,
I stand and wait for confirmation.
She's standing on the other side,
and lets her hair out in a glide.

Shadows spilling on the platform,
wind is blowing in my face.
Number 23 incoming,
she is getting on the train.

And as I stand on this train station,
she turns around in confirmation.
The train doors close, I wave goodbye.
We'll see each other in no time.

The air feels nice, the station – empty,
next train is scheduled, one of many.
A windy summer afternoon,
it's cool, it's quiet, it goes too soon.
evangeline Apr 1
All roads lead to your curls
Have you read My Heart lately?
It’s the Hero’s Journey
And you, my Resurrection
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