Tag: Dating
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Truth Serum

The fear I had swallowed in droplets and sips, now surges as serum, escaping my lips.
Lilly Frazier Poetry
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A Game of Chess

Like chess on a board, they plot every move,One step toward each other, then back to improve.He sends out his pieces while staying concealed,She watches his pawns to see what they reveal. No “hello,” no confession, no bold rendezvous,Just knights on the sidelines reporting their views.He never risks check, she never advances—Both waiting for someone…
Lilly Frazier Poetry
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Saint

When heartbreak left my window dim, I wandered through the dark with him— With sorrow sitting on my chest, Very little strength and no rest. The days were gray, the nights were long, I couldn’t find my place in song; Depression wrapped me in its blue, And every dawn felt hard to view. Then on…
Lilly Frazier Poetry
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You

Days turned to weeks, and not a word from you,I wondered, “Are you dead? Or just busy too?”I checked my phone daily, then checked it some more—Apparently, silence was your favorite chore. But then came the pain, which moved in for a stay,It unpacked its luggage and wouldn’t go away.For months it sat there, eating…
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The Night We Met – Conclusion

It was date number four, and I showed up late,Because apparently timing determines your fate.You opened the door with a grin on your face,And said, “Fashionably late?”—with remarkable grace. We dined and we drank, each enjoying the night,Trading sips, teasing jokes, and good-natured delight.We raised up our glasses and toasted, “To us!”Then spilled half a…
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The Night We Met – Part 2

After that night, I was stuck in disbelief,A little bit stunned, but absurdly relieved.I thought, Well, that happened—now where do we stand?One night, one adventure, one slightly odd plan. I’d never moved quite so quickly before,So surely, I figured, there’d be no encore.It was what it was; I expected goodbye,And mentally filed you under “Well……
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The Night We Met

It started at six, with the sun sinking low, A “casual first date”—or so we would go. You smiled over books, I pretended I knew That your favorite dark blend was a very good clue. Location number one was a little bit bright, We laughed too quietly, but decided to make it a night. So,…
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