Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Brown sinews with subtle ways-- a silent pull and a guarded ease. Your eyes betray your confidence. Not shy, but close-lipped,
By Samantha Clarke8 years ago in Poets
Let's make this interesting this is gonna be fun you've got me tingling buckle down watch me come undone wrapped in complexities
By Melissa Concepcion8 years ago in Poets
Do you ever Find yourself Thinking of me Do you ever Find yourself Thinking about Anything I said Or did Did I
By Joanne Paige8 years ago in Poets
Getting over someone is hard. It’s not easy letting someone in Your guard is up, but like a car at the dealership, they take you for a spin
By Roger Rodriguez8 years ago in Poets
If only I could dream a dream I know that it would be The most amazing dream ever dreamt Because of who I’d see. I know that I would dream of you
By Tiff Klemm8 years ago in Poets
Have you ever met such perfection? Such perfect smile afraid of nothing because they were your protection? You respect and cherished and showed loyalty
By Nadine O.8 years ago in Poets
Hey Little Mama, I see you crying on the bed. I see the open Xanax bottle sitting on the nightstand. I can feel the pain you are trying to drown with the tiny white bars.
By Kourtney Risher8 years ago in Poets
I've got a woman on my mind She seems to have made a home in there Redecorating from left to right Today she put up some new curtains
By Creative Hub8 years ago in Poets
Nestled down Just you and me In a moment of time Candlelit dreams Coming true We kiss, we cuddle As the fireplace flames
He is no other than… Love itself. He is here for me when I need him the most. He protects my mind, body and soul. I can keep going because he is more.
By Crissy DXCII8 years ago in Poets
Every picture tells a story, and this one tells of us It was a cold rainy night and I gave him all my trust Let him drive all crazy, he gave me such a rush
By Crystal Reese8 years ago in Poets
You have gone nowhere I can honour but your pale ocean has traveled to the tales our prostituted people pack our devices with themselves earning their entire lives to flaunt
By Jacqueline Wallace8 years ago in Poets
