Hopeful romantic. Love enthusiast.
Monday feels like ages ago. Tell me you love me, Again. Hair undone, yesterday’s clothes, You held me once when I needed it most -
By Annaiseabout a year ago in Poets
Sleep deprived on a weekday night At the bar I brought you to, Sitting across from an empty chair Espresso martinis taste like you.
I crave pretty moments and colorful plates, Flowers and sweets. I crave a disorderly kitchen, The marriage of garlic and onions on a hot skillet.
By Annaise2 years ago in Poets
God, I don’t know anything; Not when, where, or how. You made me a lover And that is a curse. Up and down, Highs and lows,
If I am an ocean, You are the moon Creating waves Within my depths.
I could pack a bag at moment's notice With those run away with me eyes And the corners of your lips Wherein lies the hope I thought I’d lost.
Perfect weather reeks of nostalgia; 72 degrees and reminiscence. On days like these I think about being a kid, And the line between missing my family
