My Dear

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I would've run, I would've faded,

But you, my dear, stayed and held.

I was broken, and so were you,

But you gave me a home—a much-needed hood.


My feelings run deep,

But you, my dear, embedded deeper than deep.

You held me firm and kept me close,

But despite all, I need you more.


Now that seasons have changed, I won't run, I won't fade,

But you, my dear, might leave—I fea.r.

I hold you close, like a suffocating breath,

So now, my LOVE, I set you free, from the ache that lingers beneath.

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  1. VanshMarch 12, 2025 at 4:23 PM

    "As the fainted eternity of ours, were inglorious. Every agnostic crawl we've sculpted had stringed us to our very, dusted oneness. Even amidst the uncontrollable chaos, even within the etrnal woods of despair , i believed in you, within every desolation i felt an starry ray, beyond hope and despair, i saw us, sauntering, endlessly, glorifying our dusted oneness. As now we've eluded the mist, i still believe you, or maybe aquaint you. Endure those chaotic realm of ours.". Apologise if it felt, intimidating, every you was resonating to that one, resplendent shadow, hope it all got stringed, i call it the other side of the woods :)

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    1. BelladonnaMarch 14, 2025 at 10:23 PM

      I may not completely understand the path your words take, but I see the weight they carry. It’s familiar, yet distant—like something you recognize in passing but can’t quite name. If My Dear found a place in your thoughts, then perhaps the woods aren’t so lonely after all. Thank you for sharing your side of them.

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    2. VanshMarch 15, 2025 at 1:44 AM

      It's like loving a person who's crawling back to their own spiral not because the person found the mist of love, absurd but their own very shadow(existence) , you cannot love them cause sometimes not loving the person is in itself is a starry, yet resplendent ray you're inflicting upon the person, for their inglorious enlivement, you can't love the person, as the person is not afraid but renaissanced in their own void, so you don't trespass the realm, so within every disconnection, desolation you seek the blueness beyond hope and despair the other side of the woods!,



      Hope you got it and even if you didn't im glad you had the slightest acquaintance of it:)

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    3. BelladonnaMarch 20, 2025 at 4:08 PM

      Perhaps within that ‘blueness beyond hope and despair,’ love still lingers, not in presence, but in the silent understanding between two souls who choose their own paths.

      Anyways I'm glad that you made me understand your thoughts on my poem and I appreciate it wholeheartedly, Tysm 🫶✨.

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    4. VanshMarch 20, 2025 at 10:48 PM

      Well , thank you for sharing your poem, I'll be waiting for the next one, one after the other and the other and the other!! And to be honest it was sweet,you replied with a bit of prose! I too have the endless mist, of journalising proses, through movies, literature.

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    5. BelladonnaMarch 28, 2025 at 9:36 AM

      Thank you for your kind words! It means a lot that you enjoyed my poem. I guess prose slips in when emotions overflow. And endless mist of journalising proses? That sounds poetic in itself!

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    6. VanshMarch 28, 2025 at 11:52 AM

      I appreciate you for your kindness!

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