Uncledee'

Joined August 2024

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I wanted to be an enigma in a riddle but I don't exactly know what that entails. I'm just a word collector trying to find out the reason why I exist or if my existence does matter. Black with no sugar https://buymeacoffee.com/e.delon

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Pray for Them
Real friends don’t stick around for convenience or self-benefit; those who love you for real sleep on the floor and dream houses with you. Friends who know your story and hold your best interest need more than a thank you from an ungrateful tongue; pray for them.
By Uncledee'about a year ago in Poets
Un-mother the Woman
In the beginning, she could smell the petals and describe their scents, knew how love felt like because she paragraphed about it until her pencil broke. Promises were made every hour with much joy and honesty because every word was sweet and memorable; you wouldn't take that away.
By Uncledee'about a year ago in Families
Bonds that Endure
Don't stick around when it hurts so bad, When the touch that once ignited flames now only lingers like a memory, A shadow of passion that once was.
By Uncledee'about a year ago in Poets
Dear Love,
Dear Love, You are the timeless force that guides our lives, The whisper in the wind, the pull of the tide, Ever present, shaping our hearts,
By Uncledee'about a year ago in Poets
Table for One - Please.
"If they don't appreciate what you bring to the table, let them eat alone. Don’t let yourself be a slave to loyalty," she whispered to herself, the words heavy with realization.
By Uncledee'about a year ago in Poets
Delicate Dance of Love
I pray for us, I cry for us, I keep loving us. But above all, I love me more to love you enough, and I thank you so much for always putting your best effort on you.
By Uncledee'about a year ago in Poets
A Father’s Plea
If one day you ever have a change of heart, that you don't love my daughter anymore, please don't hurt her, just bring her back to me so she can still be her - the only person she was before you.
By Uncledee'about a year ago in Poets
Whispers of the Tide
The shore is quiet now, the sun a distant memory, casting a soft orange glow on the horizon. The waves, gentle but relentless, caress the sand, pulling away small grains with each retreat, yet leaving behind the essence of what was always there. We stood there once, our feet buried in the warm embrace of the sand, the ocean's melody filling the air, as if the world whispered secrets only we could understand.
By Uncledee'about a year ago in Poets

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Pray for Them

Un-mother the Woman

Bonds that Endure

Dear Love,

Table for One - Please.

Delicate Dance of Love

A Father’s Plea

Whispers of the Tide

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