love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Can You See Me?
"Can you see me?" Because I see YOU. Making love without touching, something sacred something TRUE. Beautiful spirit you can shelter but you can't hide from me. For I am PRIVILEGED to behold what the eyes can Not see. Your intelligence I find refreshing, inspirational and Devine. As I write you hear my thoughts as you read between the lines.
By Kimberlys Kollection8 years ago in Poets
Letter to My Ex
I admit to loving you to you being the best thing that ever happened to me I’ll admit to all the things you say that are true except when you claim I never loved you I loved you but my past wouldn’t let me stay things in my past caused me to forever question and be alert to getting hurt I got so caught up on keeping myself from getting hurt that when I left I shortly after noticed that I left the one I cared most about hurt and alone I was always there for you no matter how much you pushed me away not out of sympathy but out of the love that never went away I let you go once and you came back to me but I let go again now you're happy once again but not with me with her yes she looks something like me but I guess you just have a type I know you try to forget but I always bring back the light no matter what terms good or bad you are there for me and I am will forever be there for you yes you are with her now but I know what we had was different you loved me and even though I get scared at the thought of love I loved you more and more everyday I was with you it was just the fact that my past always comes back with you I will forever remember the biggest mistake of my life that caused me to be without you but no matter how I have you friend boyfriend or not I will always love you and no matter how much you try to make her fill my spot she’ll never love you the way I do and we both know this is true...
By Poems by yours truly8 years ago in Poets
Syrup
The syrup stuck to my lips, sticky and sweet. Peaches, reminding me of summers, of hot sun on my skin. The green tea reminding me of winter, big jumpers and cold fingers. Together they mingled inside of me and created a sensation similar to jumping into a cold pool after being in the sun for hours.
By Harriet Gutierrez8 years ago in Poets
