I wish we knew how long
people would spend in our lives
before going on long adventures
and wild nights holding their hands
then maybe we would not be
nurturing eternal memories
of temporary people

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it was that night
when you said i love you too
that i knew for sure
that i had a home in you

i found life
in the green letterings
on the white walls of your heart
and like a little puppy
adopted to a new house
all i needed to feel at home
was the kindness in your voice

and it was the next night
when your arms kept me warm
when you cuddled me
as the bigger spoon
that my soul knew
it had for sure found

its favorite room

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Falling out of love

…is like holding onto the petals of a white rose

and you sense your grip slipping
a nudge poking your guts within
its sweet scent emanating from your fingers
and your hope escaping inbetween the lines

you are reluctant and you keep hold
of your preconception of its impact and beauty

you can not pull it closer
neither can you hold on much longer
then, you gradually loosen the clench of your palm

for the tighter your grip
…the uglier the damage

-Isaiah Agoro

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A Poem

Falling out of love

…is like the fading end of your favorite song

and you hear the tunes resound in a far distance

the tip of your tongue clings unto the last words

and your hips trip downhill from a magical dance

the inevitable climax

the high-pitched solo

the dramatic peak

your mind falls into an illusion

and you ignore the approaching end

and again, you hear a voice

that speaks beautiful memories

and then

numbing silence…

-Isaiah Agoro

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Isaiah A. Agoro

Isaiah A. Agoro

I write emotional free-verse poetry, and short stories. Subscribe to my page and get lost in the rabbithole of themed poetry.