Written by Jacob Ibrag
We’ll play with words,
pretending to misunderstand the
intentions. And then we’ll want to touch
one another, to disappear within each others
bare skin. Yet it will have been too late, trading
goodbyes instead of sharing the secrets of each
others lips. Imagining what could’ve been,
existing solely in the what if.
Sometimes, we come to the realizations of what a good love we once had, and, we live in regrets of our if…only’s…
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Love is a constant analyzing of the unfortunate moments and cherishing and holding fast to the beautiful ones! β’β’β’β₯ love this verse β₯
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Thank you π
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Of course!
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“existing solely in the what if.” – This is a great line.
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Thanks Ali π
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This post can’t be re-blogged!
Other wise outstanding piece of poetry…
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Thanks Chris π
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love it!
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Thanks π
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Can’t wait to start reading more!
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Beautiful words.
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Sometimes the what-if is all we’ve got.
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Awesome!!!
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Thanks Kenneth π
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I think most of us could fill a book with our what-ifs…
beautiful and evocative.
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My pleasure. π
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The familiarity of these words is unsettling
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Jacob, you wonderful poet, you.
Brilliant.
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Thank you Ibrahim π
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Excellent – love the last line.
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Thanks Eugenia π
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