Oh dear, my darling,
Where are we heading?
Cause I feel so lost,
Like the leaves of Autumn.
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Oh dear, my darling,
I miss us talking,
All day and all night long,
But those days are now gone.
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Oh dear, my darling,
Am I just overthinking?
Or we really drifting away?
Now life seems so grey.
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Oh dear, my darling,
I remember me fightingβ¦
Being your clingy girlfriend,
All your time, I demanded.
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Oh dear, my darling,
I just stopped trying.
I got tired of fighting,
I got tired of demanding.
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Oh dear, my darling,
Whole day I keep reminiscing,
How wonderful we were,
Colorful dreams we dreamt.
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Oh dear, my darling,
All your Good Mornings,
Now seems like a favor,
Just cause you pity me.
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Oh dear, my darling,
Whatβs up with us lately?
Our conversations dry and formal,
Itβs like a business meeting.
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Oh dear, my darling,
Now I hate us talking.
Itβs a dreadful reminder,
Telling me, weβre dying.
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Oh dear, my darling,
Letβs have a chat once again.
Not to tick off the to-do list,
Not as a formality.
Oh dear, my darling
Responses
The love the form and flow of this , Shreya! Simple and lyrical, yet profound and powerful. You make me feel every word you write! Well done! β€
There are times when love takes a break and questions arise to value the relationship. You go inside to find answers. Your poem perfectly describes that state of uncertainty that always appears when love is deep.
A good afternoon for you
Manuel
This is exactly my state. I thought you have guessed what I feel. This is too good. Truly beautiful!
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Awww… I really hope you’re okay. If you ever need someone to listen to you, I’m here. Sending you loads and loads of love. β€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈ
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Oh dear, the great King,
You’re terrible at lying,
Even worse at faking,
In this world so sickening,
How are you surviving? πThank you!
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Thank you so much, Shweta! β€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈπ€π€πππππππ πππππ€π€π€π€β₯οΈβ₯οΈ
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And thank you so much dearβ€
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HLWW DEAR, I NOMINATED U FOR THE KENNEDY AWARD OF EXCELLENCE. HERE IS THE LINK
Crazy writing….feeling your lines….once I’ve lived this sort of life….where things were falling apart & they were dying….your poem brought me to the days when my heart once was crying….but now I’m smiling coz of your beautiful & so relatable writing β€οΈβ€οΈπ€β¨πππ
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I’m so glad you’re out of it. I wish you a really really very happy days, and life as a whole. β€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈπ€π€π€ππππππππ Thank you so much! β€οΈ
Some men hate clingy. But they also donβt care for commitment.
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