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[notnorth]

My Kind Of Love

I want a love where the door is held open for me.

The love that pulls out chairs, and strokes my head when I’m unwell.

The type of love that is kind, peaceful and soft.

The kind of love that makes me feel safe, and I’d never dare flinch.

I want someone who will hold my hand and kiss my forehead in a crowd full of people.

Where I never have to second guess if their intentions are pure and genuine.

That love where we build empires together, and support each other to grow.

Choosing our favourite pumpkins in a patch, to carve that same very night.

Where we cuddle up in front of the fire on a cold Christmas morning.

We dance and sing in the rain, to share that romance-movie passionate kiss.

Where we book a flight on a whim, because anywhere together is better than not having each other at all.

I want to receive my kind of love.

From,

SCN.

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[berlinonair]

Nothnorth - Gatorade Love (Indie Rock)

🕑 Lesedauer: 1 min / 📷 CTTO / NOTNORTH Offizielles Erscheinungsdatum: 19.01.24 NOTNORTH aus New York liefert uns mit "Gatorade Love" einen temporeichen und äußerst druckvollen Indie-Rock-Titel, der es in sich hat! Der Song erschien erst kürzlich Mitte Januar und hat unsere Aufmerksamkeit mit einem absolut einprägsamen Refrain sowie einer markant dunklen Energie auf sich gezogen. Wenn ihr den Track anspielt, solltet ihr den Lautstärkeregler auf alle Fälle voll aufdrehen, denn die satten Gitarren bringen einen verdammt guten Distortion-Sound mit sich. Die Drums erschüttern den Boden mit wahrhaftig Temperament, während die Vocals mit vollem Einsatz und einer Menge Dynamik in den Fokus rücken. Ebenso ist die dezente Verzerrung über dem Mix nicht zu überhören. Sie gibt dem Ganzen trotz des eher mystischen und spannungsvollen Charakters eine gewisse Wärme. Hört mal rein und bleibt auch mit weiteren Neuerscheinungen von NOTNORTH bei Spotify auf dem Laufenden. Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/53FAV4quw6m6pmCAxpojSw Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thisisnotnorth Text: Adrian /discovered via Musosoup #sustainablecurator

[osoporto]

Off kilter. #beachtown #neighborhood #elporto #streetscene #lightandshadow #curbappeal #staysafe #stayhome #manhattanbeach #notnorth #osoporto.com (at El Porto, Manhattan Beach) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAEsKFblgg8/?igshid=ssl3o2m8bhqb

[dieterbraunillustration]

Reif für die Insel - I am ready for vacation... #island #islandlove #vacation #reiffürdieinsel #sea #ocean #birds #lighthouse #illustration #illustrationart #ontheroad #holidays #travel #soon #notnorth #wanderlust #goingsouth #instaart #digital #digitalart #vector #vectorart #simple #minimalism #dieterbraun #brauntown https://www.instagram.com/p/B2MTMv-isNt/?igshid=o4ykwg2tadka

[mrmellydandan]

Korean steamed egg with sausage and cheese 🎎😊 thank for my coworkers early birthday gift #southkorea #notnorth #koreansteamedegg #egg #foodie #steam

[notnorth]

Sharing Showers

I love sharing showers with you,

Watching the water trickle from your hair, down your face.

A place where it’s just us, and my world finally feels safe.

I love sharing a bed with you,

Hearing your heart beat, as I lay my head on your chest.

A moment in time, when I feel closest to you.

I love sharing a life with you,

Filled with laughter, freedom, and my new found favourite memories.

It all makes sense now; the universe was just waiting for you to find me.

From, SCN

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[notnorth]

What is love?

Love is…

Texting I miss you out of the

blue,

Drive home safe,

This song reminded me of you,

Your eyes are my favourite shade of

blue,

Have you eaten

today?

Are you ok, you've been quiet?

Not letting go of the hug first, A forehead kiss full of comfort,

Rubbing my cold feet on you in bed to keep warm,

Squeezing your hand

a little tighter

at a jump scare in a film, Letting you eat the last chocolate...

What is love?

Love is more than just

'I love you'

It's everything in between.

From, SCN

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[notnorth]

Sleepless Nights.

Sleepless nights, staring at a phone,

Heart is hurting, feeling so alone.

I thought I was ok, but there’s this darkness inside,

So many questions, all because you lied.

Now I lay here awake, watching time pass,

Sleepless nights, my soul dies fast.

From, SCN

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[notnorth]

Garfield.

24 hours, and my life had changed,

My life in bags, escaping from his cage.

In the garden of Eden, I sat and I cried,

If this is freedom, why am I afraid?

Four paws bundled to me, “I’m yours for today”.

Today turned into tomorrow, yet tomorrow never came.

In the day we did share, the air that I still breathe,

Through the night you were there, cuddling me you would not leave.

Losing you, was losing me,

But we were on borrowed time.

You were Earths living angel,

I now hope peace, you will find.

From, SCN

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[notnorth]

I Wish.

I wish someone would hug me,

Hold me tight and tell me everything is going to be ok.

I wish somebody would give me all of the love I give to others.

I wish that fairytales were true,

And the hero’s always win.

I wish that I could feel the rain on my skin when the heavens open above.

I wish that I could sleep for 8 hours without as much as a nightmare.

I wish I could be healed.

I wish I wasn’t alone.

I wish I was happy.

From,

SCN

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[notnorth]

One.

You were the one person who just got it, got me, got us.

One year on from a part of me dying with you.

One year older than you, I now find myself,

One last moment I wish I could’ve had.

‘One day we’ll meet for those bottles of wine’,

One last conversation we never realised we had,

One final ‘I love u’ and mutual understanding,

One last breath.. Yet I thought it would have been mine.

One.

You were the one.

The one that lived in sync with me.

Together, we were one whole.

From,

SCN.

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[notnorth]

Start Over Again.

How many times do I have to start over again because of you?

How much more money do I have to lose?

How many times do I have to pack and unpack my whole life again because of your abuse?

Only this time, I do this on my own.

I find myself whisked away in mere hours to a women’s refuge.

I never envisioned this at 24 years old,

Yet then again, I never envision to go through the deep pits of hell you drag me through.

Is this a new beginning? Or is it just simply the end.

From, SCN

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[notnorth]

The Things We Learn.

The things we learn ‘after’,

are what we wish we knew then.

After you, there is laughter in my lungs again,

I feel a peace I forgot ever existed.

I can feel the sun on my skin, and the winter’s rain roll down my face.

I walk with my head high, and a spring in my step.

I feel happy,

free,

alive.

I released myself from the devils shackles,

And now soar with the angels.

I look at myself in the mirror once more:

“Hello again, old friend.”

From, SCN.

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[notnorth]

I Lost My Life

I lost my life because of you.

My home, my family, my money, and worst of all: me.

I now find myself reliving those moments every day.

Unable to breathe, unable to think, unable to move-

Flashing back to every evil thing you did.

Not just to me, but to her, to them, and everyone else.

Yet I sit perfectly still as a Pandora’s box, full of your secrets and calculated abuse.

You live on as the man who sells dreams, that always turn into nightmares..

And I exist here as your collateral damage, and injured bird with her wings clipped.

I can’t do this anymore.

From, SCN

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[notnorth]

Can I see your poetry?

You never asked to see my poetry.

Who knew that would be the realisation to seal our fate.

You didn’t care enough to listen to my souls truest emotions..

Maybe if you did, you’d have realised long before it was too late.

All the signs, all the trauma, and all of the pain were written on these blank pages…

But you never asked to see my poetry,

And I see now, that you never will.

From,

SCN

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[notnorth]

One Too Many.

Every time I hear that tone in your voice, I know you’ve had one too many..

But one too many leads to way too much,

And way too much has led to me being hurt.

The only hands I thought I’d bare, were with love,

Yet somehow you hurt me in the name of love.

So now with every tipple and every curl in your voice, I wonder..

Will we be adding to my long list of traumas, that you so love to update.

I find myself realising, you can’t ‘cross the line’ when you don’t seem to have one.

So where and when does this end?

From,

SCN

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