Natasha Andeyi Poems

Loving you is messing me up, never before have I been afraid of the unknown.
Not knowing how you'll feel about me the next day; whether your feelings will change or stay the same,
is killing me inside.
For how long will this last?
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I'd write you in a million words,
But that still won't be enough.
When I think I'm out of ways to describe you,
Somehow your existence reminds me of the power of your presence.
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It's always the irony.
Non-saints loathing the proclaimed sinners, breeding condemnation.
And I'm widening the irony,
wondering why the already condemned are busy condemning.
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It often feels like we're moving at a snail pace,
Until we do things in synchrony,
Then I'm reminded of the twin nature of our souls,
A fact that I don't need to believe to be true.
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They say that love is patient,
And before we dive into its other natures,
I believe I've been nothing but patient and kind with you.
I've tried not to be rude whenever you pissed me off,
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Her pretty smile,
Her kind heart,
And feminine vibe,
All of these get me.
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I can't get my eyes off your shyness, it's sexier than you think
My head is not right, don't even ask about the effect of your touch
You like to drive me nuts, you say it makes you laugh
But on a serious note, we don't need all these people around
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You're the prize and big wins look best on me.
Whatever the fight, whichever the battle. I'll find myself on the highest stand with you as my ultimate prize.
I'll hold you high and remind them that you're my best crown.
I'll treat you like the blessing that you are.
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Broken and bruised, unseen scars for proof.
Set off the trigger, and the proof is seen.
Damaged and ruined, yet a living piece under one roof.
All is well is their outside scene.
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They say for your action, be prepared for a counteraction.
Good and bad, either or both will come to pass.
But what if the action is not of my doing, should I still be a recipient of the aftermath?
Is the price to be paid lenient or is it as merciless as it could have been if I were the doer?
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