Desire
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There is something dangerousabout the way you look at me. Not because I’m afraid, but because you make me forgetall the reasonsI built walls around my heart. You don’t ask permissionto live in my thoughts. You simply do. Between songs. Between pages. Between every breathI swear I’ll stop thinking about you. But then I remember…
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The night knows things I never say out loud. It knows how often I replay conversations, wondering if you caught the words I swallowed. It knows that missing someone isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s making coffee for two before remembering you’re not here. Sometimes it’s laughing at something funny and reaching for a phone before…
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I hope you wonder if I’m thinking about you. I hope my name finds its way into your quiet moments, when the world finally stops asking so much of you. Because that’s where you find me. In the silence. In the songs. In the spaces between heartbeats where missing someone feels louder than words. If…
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You didn’t ask to become my favorite thought. You just did. Slowly. Like sunrise. Like fire that doesn’t realize it’s burning the whole forest until everything is glowing. Now every version of tomorrow wears your face. Every dream borrows your voice. And every piece of me that once knew how to be alone… Doesn’t remember…
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I used to think poems were made of metaphors. Turns out… They’re made of people. Of the ones who leave fingerprints on your soul without ever touching it. Now every page starts with your name, even when I don’t write it. Every ending sounds like hope. And every love poem is just another way of…
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If you knew how often I reached for my phone just to see your name… Would it scare you? Or would you smile, knowing someone’s heart has learned the rhythm of your existence? I carry you like a favorite secret. Not hidden. Protected. Because some things are too beautiful to leave in careless hands.
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There are storms I’ve survivedthat never made a sound,battles no one witnessedexcept the heart beneath my ribs. Then there was you. Not with fireworks,or promises too big to hold,but with quiet hands,steady eyes,and a kindness that made me wonderif peace could really know my name. You found me carrying piecesI was certain could never fit…
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Your glance arrives like evening rain,Soft enough to calm the fire,Warm enough to wake the sparkOf every quiet, hidden desire. You move as though the moon itselfHas taught your heartbeat how to dance;I lose whole conversationsInside the silence of your glance. The space between us hums with heat,A promise neither dares to name.Two souls suspended…
Between Bruises and Blooms 