love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Lost and Found
Lost. Lost is the feeling of uncertainty. Lost is the feeling of sadness. Lost is the feeling of doubt. Doubt leads the mind further down the rabbit hole. The scary feeling that you are falling further and further, desperate to grab onto anything. Anything that can hold you up for a minute, even a second of peace before the doubt creeps in and that branch breaks.
By Abbye Gael Black8 years ago in Poets
Existing
My simple false expectations; seemingly so close to my what I call my broken reality. Others call it Fear I call it living, having some faith that there will be a better tomorrow. Waking up to a Lilac sky has beauty in the making or is it you at that moment where those eyes meet mine I had hope, I was alive. Love Is societies way of bringing us together or is it a simple made up fantasy to make us have light in the darkness a sense of hope that happiness does exist. You, Existing, Exist, is simply why I’m here I breathe you in as a cigarette feeling you inhale and exhale my body with life. I am alive because you exist
By Maryah hudec8 years ago in Poets
