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Drowning the ocean in liesI. "When you die," you always told me, "there will be bright shining lights, poetic lines, fading music and angels who cry."Drowning the ocean in lies
You also told me once that unicorns can fly and that Elvis Presley is alive,
the earth is bigger than the sun and
poetry without rhyme can't be done.
II. Once I made a list of things I wanted to do before I'd die, but I could never think of anything I really wanted.
Instead I wrote you love-poems all the time to hide them in your coat,
and you never read one;
once you told me to fuck off and die instead.
III. I used
by ~Wiemberlien
The jigsaw of usi. tomorrow is the day i will wake up on my own and say: i am missing your oversized t-shirts, i am missing your storiesThe jigsaw of us
about knights in shining armours and damsels in distress, i am missing your
fingertips on my jawline, i am missing your long bedtime kisses and wake up calls in the morning, i am missing your eyes that used to shine.
but i am not missing you.
ii. today i found hidden love letters and dying desire when everything was meant to be perfect. today our bodies curved into each other, like no jigsaw would have fitted, but pieces were missing. today y
by ~Wiemberlien
We once stoodlet me tell you one thing; let me show you the one thing you never saw:We once stood
there is no need to change something that is already changing, but your smooth fingertips only fastened the process I was in of losing you and everything we had. there is no need for things to stay the same, but you never noticed
you were in the process of deloving and that I was your victim.
we'd always go to cities and we wanted to declare our passion on every highest spot of town.
our love was the highest and everyone needed to know.
back then we had it all, but maybe we were already losing it. &nb
by ~Wiemberlien
What a heartbeat can telli still like the idea of being so close to you that i can smell your hair and see the freckles around your nose,What a heartbeat can tell
but now it is 4am and it's raining and i am not able to sleep, because i am listening to your heart which beats exactly one time per second.
i am breathing your smell into my soul and it makes me shiver through the bone, but it's raining and that makes me remember about the fact that our love started on the first day of winter, which is more then enough to prove our mistakes.
once you told me love is a mixed feeling of liking someone's personality and feeling sexual attracted, but how do you
by ~Wiemberlien
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Uncle DannyIn the Beginning, there was the Word.Uncle Danny
And some say that the reason there was only one word was because Uncle Danny got hold of the rest and God just had to make do.
And Uncle Danny had black nails and no hair, and he wore big glasses and a hat and a coat, and he walked around Copenhagen at night and wrote it all down on the cobbles, and in his head, and in his hat and, sometimes, on paper.
And Uncle Danny was everybody's Uncle, even if nobody could really remember why or how. And Uncle Danny had the Words. And the Words had Uncle Danny. And sometimes it would be hard to see where the Words ended an
by ~Skyen
How to heal a broken heart.How to heal a broken heart:How to heal a broken heart.
Do not write love poems.
Forgive yourself for the one morning you didn't kiss him awake while the alarm clock rang.
Let yourself cry when you realise you don't remember the last time he said "I love you".
And again, when you know exactly when you said "I love you" last, and it didn't matter to him anymore.
And again.
And again.
Do not count days between the last time he saw you naked and the night he told you he hadn't been happy for months.
And don't ask yourself what that last time meant to him.
De
by ~sweet-lyrical
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