Category: looking
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Just a Thought: Opportunity
You have the look of a weathered man standing at a bus stop with no particular place to go but every opportunity waiting with open arms to greet you. Love always, Ayesha
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Pass You By
To run Chase Hope Desire Fight for the dream Pulling at the seams Looking for the life That you were denied Hoping that things will change Years have passed But knowledge has increased Tears have dried Truth has sailed across the ocean like the tide Move Before the moment passes you by Love always, Esha…
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Long Overdue
I’m sorry is just a phrase until you put the words into action. Oftentimes, I have looked for changed behavior in others but neglected it’s utility in myself. I found it easier to point my finger at those that hurt me and see myself as the injured party. But when it came to addressing my…
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Bad With Words
I speak in poetry I talk I feel I emote But my words fall flat When I look at you I get confused, conflicted and crossed With complicated emotions That I am unable to explain without poetry As you can see… I am a poet that is bad with words Love always, Esha <3
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All or Nothing
I don’t know why I do this to myself Looking toward midnight with flickers of twilight in your eyes Wonder if your ever real at all Telling the truth Always ready to fall But it seems like love always calls to deaf ears I don’t know why I do this to myself To kiss you…
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Looking
Searching forever searching For the piece that’s missing A jigsaw that lacks completion Grasping at random moments that never fit Only to come up with thoughts That fail to fill spaces devoid of peace Love always, Esha
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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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Missing
He’s missing again NO calls NO text Only emptiness Hangs in the void He’s been MIA Since he was a little boy Days turned to nights And nights turned to days Weeks at a time combined into months Months turned into years Sometimes, I would look for him In the highways and byways Of cities…
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Book
Pages turning, one after another Scribbles and print all look the same The paper smells like home Nimble fingers tap on hard covers A close friend indeed Words that utter truth to those in need It’s hard not to contemplate Feelings and thoughts that time left behind In binding of this book Love always, Esha…
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