Unrequited love Poems
Dear Crush: Please, Please Don't Read This
by Sarah Turner
I don’t know what love is,
I don’t know how it feels.
Is it wanting your lips on mine?
Or is it something more real?
I’m confused,
I’m blowing this out of proportion.
It’s like I’ve never met anybody else,
Oh, god I’m so desperate.
Waiting for hours on end,
Consumed by my so-called fantasy.
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Last Night
by Paige Childs
If it was the last night on earth
Would I be brave enough
To tell you everything
My unfiltered love and admiration
Shining in the moonlight
Would you hold me tight
And whisper in my ear
As the night sky falls
Around us
Desire burning like each star
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analysis of infatuation
by elle jackson
i love you so
(i hate myself)
i admire your depth,
(i feel so hollow all the time)
your words send shivers down my spine
(yet i'm empty, formless)
i'd shout about you from the rooftops
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Dear Friend
by D. M. Dale
Hello old friend, how have you been?
Once so familiar- and now, where to begin..
Distance, time and space, gone from all- without a trace
A vision once shared, a life to live, fully prepared, gone now
But not forgotten.
Not forgotten.
How could it be, truly, that you and me, were never meant to be when we both believed we were so earnestly.
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Half-Price Books
by Sienna Wong
We are told to never judge books by their covers, but what if I blushed for your dust jacket and stayed for your script? I read you until your binding was just as beautiful as the coat she hard-cover slipped around your spine.
I hardly read the novel's acknowledgments, but I should've figured there was a reason her name emerged twice in the dedications. I forgot that your seemingly perfect pages had been red ink-stained by her fingertips, she was your editor and I was simply a girl marveling at your words.
All of your punctuation was carefully orchestrated, and I wondered if she excised the spaces in your dialogues, crossed out your fumblings, your stuttering, her thumb and forefinger leaving spit prints like stamps as she flipped through your raw material.
I’ve only read the finished product.
Did she weep over your pages? The water damage left rippling scars on your paper. So when I’m leafing through the whole of you, all I can see are the ever-aching remnants of her touch.
She left eraser crumbs in your gutters, and you didn’t mind that her fingers excavated your contents, removed your run-on sentences until you spoke in the soliloquies every lover wants to hear. Sometimes I wonder which words are yours, and which ones she fixed.
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Stay
by an observer
Come near do not take your gaze from mine
The heavens have nothing on the stars of your eyes
If you're willing take my hand. let our destinies entwine
If not then fear not for your company will grant me respite
A reprieve from the death of love unachieved
The loss of my heart to an unassuming thief
To be deprived of mourning causes even greater grief
So stay even if to leave if best as you may believe
Stay so your presence will shatter my deluded heart
Stay so your presence will not be granted a deserters part
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A Desert Bloom
by Muhamad Parid
In arid lands, a rose so rare,
You bloomed, a wonder beyond compare.
Your beauty shines, a priceless treasure bright,
A jewel that illuminates my darkest night.
To love you's a fight I'm doomed to lose,
A hopeless quest, my heart forever bruised.
Your heart's a guiding light, shining afar,
In someone else's garden, where love's a shining star.
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Forbidden idolization
by Zander K
Hearth ablaze in thine wretched flame,
myn voice shaded with echoes of the past.
The hart yearns in desperation.
For what cannot be true.
Moirai swathe myn leechman finger.
I swayed with his shadow,
The footsteps ring in eclipsed time.
Myn perception gleamed with webs of
Scenes brought about from faraway lands
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Dreaming Of A Pretty Girl
by Frangipani Rhett
You're dreaming of a pretty girl
With those red stained lips and curly hair
A clinging dress and hourglass shape
A face for a Claude Monet
Oh, she'll hold your hand on the sidewalk of life
She'll giggle at all the right times
She's poised and petite and like a glass of fine wine
She only gets better with age
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Absence Of You
by linz azodracam I so forgotten that I dont even cross your mind? can you not see my face when you close your eyes, or hear my voice at night? I think I've been stored away, just memories packed in a box, cuz distance only makes you forget. I used to be your favorite book, but I think you forgot how to read. I lay awake at night trying so hard to dream, but lately I'm just too tired to sleep. you just stopped trying as much, but I quit keeping track a while ago. as hours pass, the feelings fade into memories, and intensity is dulled into nothing. soon everything will remind you of someone else.
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