Tag: love
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Big News
Big news: I’m moving: both IRL and online. As I step into a new chapter of full-time travel and writing, I’ll be sharing my thoughts, stories, and updates here. I hope to see you soon! xo, A. Song
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Wish Come True
You shot across the sky and upon you I wished, For you, Sowon, and your happiness. You look to be Three years small our bond matrilineal. Tender as you make your way Close to me, in a crawl. The soft tendrils of the carpet brush underneath us Criss-cross applesauce. The sun peers in from the…
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Do you believe in Fate?
Colloquy of Heart & Mind Without skipping a beat, my heart says, “Yes, I do. & what about you? Mind? Do you believe in fate too?” “Do you believe love waits, that it finds a a way?” “Yes, if it’s true” says the mind That of the divine, ‘ever thine, ever mine’ When two souls…
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The World at Still
Can you guess the movie that inspired this? This Man, and IMy eyes, and the bags beneath themStare at his silhouetteDown the hall and into the kitchenLit with early morning light.The air, silent, besides the padding ofMy bare feet, down antique floors.Until he greets me, “Coffee?”His hand cradles a warm mug,But before I can accept,I…
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Questions On Love
What I know to be love—will it feel the same in years to come? My first and only love enveloped me in a whirlwind of romance, whimsy, and dreamy allure—things I’d only ever fantasized about before. Yet, beneath it all lingered a sensation that made me question whether I truly deserved it. What I once…
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Coming of Age
Our love was that of a drunken splendor Sometimes even drug-induced Our love was a whirlwind of reciprocity Young love painted with the delights of innocence, And budding adulthood A true coming of age
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Spectrum of Love(?)
I don’t want to hurt anymore But love is fleetingCan’t it be?Or do I sound full of flippancy?Does my love for the spectrum of lovesMean I must be lonely? I don’t want to hurt anymore
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Love Buzz
Let me drench you in my sweetnessSuck my nectar like a beeSpeak to me, your soulThen drive it into me
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Verbose
I’m on fire Begging to be held Filled If I could transport him to my bed I would I will not allow the intrigue to envelope me Not too fast Though in time It could
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