Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Pour this rain in my heart I want to be with you Because I’m fallen apart She once said you live in me. I’m knocking her heart to find me
By Junaid Gulfaraz7 years ago in Poets
Someday I'm going to marry you. I will love you; with all of your flaws & all What condition of love is true if not truly unconditional?
By Jaye Mejia7 years ago in Poets
The ocean is a place for wonder A wonder of life that the waves bring A wonder of lost souls under the depths of the sea
By Danielle Curtis7 years ago in Poets
The first time you wrote on me, it was scribbles to get the ink flowing I memorized the feeling of you on my surface, words and sketches marking every part of me.
By Maddy R7 years ago in Poets
Let me be with you, so long as you want me. Fully. Until the day comes when we must part, I say grace in your name. Until then.
By Ellen Tran7 years ago in Poets
I dedicate this to my three little angels. Thankful For You I am thankful for your smiles, you all make my life worthwhile.
By Girl in a paranormal world7 years ago in Poets
colors of you many shades 'til we're old and grey hand in hand in the last days revealed to me the image love everlasting
By Kenneth Davis7 years ago in Poets
You wanna be with me? Then prove it. Cover yourself in me, taste me, tear out my eyes and put them in your sockets. Bite me. Then bite harder. Hit me so I really feel it.
By Amos Ratcliffe7 years ago in Poets
all the while ive waited for someone to walk the pavement with hands clenched together forever we are engaging and changing for the better
I wrote your name in ink, then carved out the words slowly, precisely... intricately. I made sure not to make any mistakes so my heart would never confuse your claim over it.
By Soul Monologues7 years ago in Poets
She said your eyes are like mirrors Reflective of me But there’s something behind them Hidden in the specs of green Stories told
By Ecarg Nosive7 years ago in Poets
What is up with our admiration for people or things we can’t have? Is it a part of a game we play on ourselves that we can’t control?
By Samy Stoerkel7 years ago in Poets
