He s
hould’ve known better.That hunger
Was not an unsatisfied desire;
But rather
A temptation of an emotional encounter.
Writings of a Phobophobe.
He s
hould’ve known better.That hunger
Was not an unsatisfied desire;
But rather
A temptation of an emotional encounter.
200g of comfort;
3 tablespoons of coincidences;
500ml of laughter;
Whisk until smooth.
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Line union tray with empathy,
Pour in happiness mixture.
Pre-heat oven with self awareness,
Bake at 190 degrees celcius.
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Observe when sincerity rises,
And romance turns golden brown,
Remove with understanding mittens.
Leave to cool with personal space.
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Add a dash of luck
And sprinkles of shimmery joy.
Slice for 2,
Serve warm.
Love at first sight
Resist, I might.
Heart’s taking flight
Fear, I must fight.
They say,
Home is where the heart is
I never felt like I truly belong.
I’m looking for an eternal home.
Home that feels warm on Christmas
Hugs, kisses and gentle voices.
Cheesecakes and whipping cream,
Creme brûlée’s a great choice too
One that allows my own pace and life,
Loves me on the darkest night.
Loneliness is being around people
Yet feel you never truly belong.
I haven’t found where my home is
Is it a purpose?
Tell me?
Is it a state of mind?
I’ll find it!
Is it a person?
If it’s you, come get me.
Them pearly whites got him smitten,
And his lonely chapter got rewritten.
We kiss,
We hug,
We caught the love bug;
We spy,
We lie,
We now bid goodbye.
Killed with that smile,
Please let it last.
Paintings of you,
Made with brushes of lust.
Play with this child,
All night till dusk.
Now close up that mile,
Come into me fast.
All you wanted was never ever;
I could be that never never ever.
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She wanted that happily ever;
But I could be the one that wavers never.
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We thought of forever never,
Damn we knew it wasn’t forever ever.
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Come and be my ever lover,
I promise I’ll never ever.
A nostalgic scent
Of unwanted feelings and crying eyes;
Of unfulfilled dreams and hunger to succeed;
Of unfated soulmates and lingering touches;
Of unwritten poems and stashed thoughts.
The smell of haze
And a hazy future are synonyms.
A reminder of we’ve come far,
But not quite far enough.
Run away
From the world you loved,
They never understood your ways.
Fade away
From those dreams you had,
They won’t take off anyway.