Tag: romance

  • Ours

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    The warmth of a promiseAnd how it takes shape,Coalescing into intimate form,Its color only known By the ones who professed itBecause these are our the hands that sired it,These are our the words that became its first breath,And the moment our those fingers interlaced,Time became still, but our its heartbeat grew louder By the second,…

  • A Home

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    My soul empties for you. Every effort made is a gesture Like an extended hand, But this is not an invitation from me to you. I’m asking you if you’ll accept me in; You’ve already had a place in me. -k.r.r.

  • Enough, Enough, Enough

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    I don’t have enough to say,But I have no excuses to give you;I only have my words,So in spite of that, I will become your literature.From little moments, I pilfer tiny sparksWhose lives fluctuate from a breath to noneBut I’ll tend to them,Express things that’ll outlast a legacy.These are just words to you,(I hope I’m…

  • Beyond Me

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    Look at me and don’t look past me. I need your eyes To interlock with mine Like two galaxies colliding, Twin spirals merging into one. You can take all my stars, I’ve had my share. -k.r.r.

  • Impressions

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    I was indelibly touched by you. Your fingertips are engraved so deeply in me, your impression persists as part of my soul. The moments we shared have shaped me; you have changed me. There is an impression of you in everything I do. -k.r.r.

  • A Little Miracle

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    A miracle is cooking inside me Eager to be born, Waiting to share a torch with someone who’s long held it As if to say, “I’ve been waiting for your light.” -k.r.r.

  • Ten Poems About Cocoons

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    Your arms hold me like a cocoon Because through them, I am changed But by nature, They are not a home So naturally, You let me go. I arose from my cocoon, Saw the world for the first time again, And took flight; Not once Looking back. I tremble into a cocoon, Desperate for metamorphosis,…

  • May Your Eyes Meet Mine

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    This solemn world With all its barriers and mistrust; Why must we become it? Is to redefine yourself Rewriting fate? Like claws, my hands rip apart The pages that say otherwise And I take a pen, Scrawl impatiently a reimagined future, One which takes me closer to you And a version of myself Your eyes…

  • On Value

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    You can take it from me. All worldly possession is of no use In your presence Since you contain all attributes necessary, Indulging in things unlike you Reduces me into a lesser creature Because without you, I am less And these meager things do little In restoring my spirit. It only serves to ruin, Just…

  • Down to the Last Grain

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    Fiercely, I hold onto the only thing that remains of you:
 A memory, But like grains of sand, Slowly, even that evades me. -k.r.r.