love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Hellbringer
It scorched me—his flame. It gripped my heart and burned with a passion that wasn’t human. It bellowed from the tips of Hell where it festered and flared until it flocked to the Heavens above. And there it stayed locked into his eyes of wonder & thus to my lips he caressed with his own.
By Aaliyah Buchanan8 years ago in Poets
Fire
I know you are fire,And I am the ice...I'll melt if I play too close,But I trust you will not burn me.I will reach out for your flamesTo feel your warmth, your spark,And watch my fingers melt away.Your fire is everythingI've ever wanted.You burn so bright, so warm, so hot,Everything that I am not.You fire is hot, swift, and sweet,And I'm merely frosty snow and sleet.I am the Frozen TundraAnd you are the seven Hells.I know I will melt. I know. I know.But I've already melted, my dear,And perhaps you will freeze over.Won't you, won't you be my lover,And together, we will make a storm.
By Jessica Snow8 years ago in Poets











