Category: forget
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Fearless
I wrote this poem as I was reflecting on the lessons I learned from my childhood. Only the children know About the trends Discovering the rainbow’s end Creating new friends And sustaining a connection with the old Moving fearless And being bold We forget about chances we should take As we grow old In truth…
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Just be Beautiful
Let’s just be beautiful. Smile and wink. Laugh don’t think. Shake off your worries. Move quick, talk slick and hurry. Conversations like muddy puddles. Mist falls but fails to saturate. In the midst of a life predicated by happiness that forgets to deliberate. Let’s just be beautiful. Love always, Esha
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Smoke
They want the smoke They like the slow burn The ease of forgetting The stress of quitting Lighting a fire under the unsuspecting Ass that moves up the hill for the sake of pushing forward No matter the cost of the trip They want the smoke Love always, Esha <3
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The Core of Men
Love doesn’t count if it’s counted It can’t be measured It is and has always been infinite A heart calls for it Like a baby crying for it’s mother after leaving the womb We give up on love to easily And forget it’s power too soon It’s not tangible like money Or gems It comes…
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Wait For You
Greens, turkey, black-eyed peas, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, dressing and gravy Prayers over a table full of food with no guests You forgot about us You ignored our thanksgiving After all these years… I still wait for you to come Love always, Esha <3
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Mash Up: Never The Same
I look to youAnd the icy dreams of your warm embraceAching to feel the smooth contours of a chiseled faceYour presence is a sweet melody to me Reminding a lonely soul of treasured memoriesLet love swing from misty air like dandelion sporesJust one blow of cool breezeCould sweep all of my desires away But every…
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Warning: For Those Who Grieve
There are no wordsTo fill the voidIt is an endless seaOf missed communicationAnd broken opportunities How do I move forward?How do I forget?How do I cry?Now that you’re gone Your things fill the room, storages and my mindVestinages of the lifeYou left behindFor the first timeYour not here to wipe my tears They fill the…
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Short Thought: Old Me
I’ve changed so much in the last year that sometimes I forget that people grew used to the old me. Love always, Esha <3
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