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 Oct 2019 winter sakuras
Akshay
These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.
I often wonder why we can't understand other's poems sometimes, but deep down it is the one who writes it knows the value of it.
I am

Waiting

In earnest

To see what comes next



I am

Entrenched

Almost rigid

As the urge rises


I am

Uncertain

Desperately seeking

Yet, I see no end to where I am



I am

Luckily lucky

Forevermore grateful

Her body’s poetry keeps me grounded


I am

Yet,

Stronger

Slowly smiles

You think I could be the one


I am

Imperfectly perfect

Yet,

I am

bright and warm like the sun in the sky
In your eyes


I am

Joyful

Sunlight beaming

You beautifully brighten up my day



I am

Still

Quietly reflects

On our special moment

From time to time



I am

Refreshed

Eagerly awaits

To move forward once more you asked



I am

But,

Exactly

Who and where

I am supposed to be



I am

In her tight embrace,  in love

A bond that cannot chip away nor be described
In simple words



Darling

I am

Loved
 Oct 2019 winter sakuras
austin
I'm not sure if the sun came up
I haven't seen it shine
There's something wrong, I think I'm stuck
I'm running out of time

I'm not sure if I'm still awake
I think I might have drowned
There's nothing here, it feels so fake
I think I'm falling down
.Loving you
Is a sinking ship
And as I bail water out
You pour bucket after bucket
Right back in
.

.It won't be long now till we're treading water.
It's over, isn't it?
The sunburned
ice-cream dripped
sand-in-your-toes mess.

I raise you rain.
And clouds too!
And gusts of wind that
can blow the hat off your head.

And cuddling together under blankets
while drinking tea
(you're more of a coffee person)
during the long nights.

So to the cold!
To the burrowing the falling
the flying.
To us who live on yet.
ITS FALL FOLKS
She was flawed, completely; but not in the way she thought.

She was flawed in the way an artist ruins a white canvas with a beautifully colored sunset.

she was damaged, in the way the night sky is broken by the dawn
At times she had confidence and at times she felt as if she was a scrap of something used up
 Oct 2019 winter sakuras
ketjil
You can’t compare yourself
With the unbroken girls
Surrounding you
You already shattered
Creating
A new form
Of beautiful

-jt
a somewhat older poem
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