
The starry night blinked with light,
beats on the dance floor blurring my eyes.
I drank in excess, thus the state of sublime.
I was jumping and laughing,
as if it was the last night of my life.
I saw him, coming towards me and I held my breath.
Wondering would he lean in?
He held my hand and we sat down somewhere in the midst of nowhere,
but I liked it with him.
We did not move,
just stayed there;
hand in hand.
The small things…
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so beautifully written
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“We didn’t not move,”? Maybe you meant “We did not move,”?
Still, a lovely, lovely poem! 🙂
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Lol, thanks for telling. I shall be more alert.
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Sweet ! ❤
Also I loved the “Chashmish Girl” on featured image 😃
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Lol, thanks. 🙂
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🙂
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Beautiful
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Such a strong emotion expressed so beautifully and subtly. Loved the simplicity of this creative piece.
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You’re welcome! I make these tiny mistakes too. And it really is a lovely poem that deserves to be read perfectly. 🙂
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Alcoholic, worst is that you staid with the same guy.
Nice writing, with time I´ll do my ¨cool stalker moves¨ and read more.
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Thank you 🙂
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Thank you so much.
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Thank you so much, means alot.
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Hahahaha, you can always follow 🙂
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I looked into his eyes,,
He was screaming with cries,
He needed help,,,
But was too cool to oblige………
….
He looked into mine,,
And saw the light that no one else could….
It was special,,
It was the first,,
And sadly,,
It was the
Last…………….
line.
⚰️
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