love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
You
Seconds turn to minutes which turns to hours which turns to days with turns to weeks which turns to months which turns to years which becomes a lifetime. A lifetime of you. A lifetime where every second of every day you are always on my mind. A lifetime where you are my sun and moon and the stars that light up the night. A lifetime of you guiding me through the darkest night being my shining light in the darkest hour. A lifetime of you. But you wouldn't understand that because you don't know what it's like to love someone with your whole heart. You don't know what it means to give someone all your love. You can't possibly understand the concept of love and being there for someone and holding them when they need it most. It's all foreign to you like a language that you will never understand. I don't know if you're scared or incapable of letting go but you can and I'll be here when you do to hold you and support you and let you know that I love you and I care. Because that language you can't understand, I understand it. I can show you what it means to be loved. What it means to love someone. I can do that and I would do that. For you.
By haley spurrier8 years ago in Poets
Yours Truly, Disordered Stability
You’re gravity and I the apple, But I’m the flaw that pulls you down. My paranoia fuels your doubts, We were destined for disaster. For I’m the divide between these nations, My culture twists between the two – I’m happy – I’m sad I’m good – I’m bad Where do I belong? Am I yours… or the laws?
By Unity Addison8 years ago in Poets
Love - Chapter One
She's beautiful, she's everything breathtaking you've ever seen rolled into one. She'll steal your heart, your mind, your soul and everything else in the nicest way. She'll make you forget all the wrong in the world because she's all the right. She'll make you feel like there's nothing better and seconds with her feels like hours. Even those with a great sense of time, like myself, get confused on whether they've spent an hour or a week with her. She is everything good in the world.
By Raven Roberts8 years ago in Poets
