love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Here I Am
Here I am. Blindly walking through emotions that overrule my common sense. Quietly picking up pieces of my broken heart so I don't disturb your feelings, that you hide so well. Cautiously choosing words that won't offend you. Continuously giving every inch of who I am to over compensate your inability to go the extra mile. Willingly bending over backwards to put a smile on your face to take the focus off of the tears I'm holding back. Consistently trying to make you feel that you are loved knowing that you won't return the same gestures. Foolishly holding onto things that are easily forgotten. Compassionately listening to the stories behind your scars believing that you will help heal mine. Fearlessly believing in everything you say praying that things will be better some day.
By Stacey Mae8 years ago in Poets
Dream Girl
She has the most beautiful eyes. The kind you could get lost in. I love the way the wind blows through that stunning hair. There is no disguising it I'm hypnotized by your beauty. For a long time I've waited for the day I am able to hold you close to where our heartbeats shall become one. I've yearned for the day that I get the courage to express how I feel about you, but my words have abandoned my lips leaving me speechless. If only I could reach out across the void of time and space near you. Then maybe I would be able to survive the torture of these emotional feelings I have for you. I can't sleep at night when your smile has embedded my mind. I can still hear that sweet sensual voice. I could never turn my back on you even if I tried. I'm the flame that lights your blunt. It's nothing without it. I will be your lighthouse and guide you through your darkest times. Be your best friend so you have someone to open up to about anything. Even though you have a huge cement wall built up with barbed wires surrounding your heart. I will continue to break through it just to put the pieces to your heart back. You may have certain things that you hate about yourself, but it is those same things that I find so attractive about you. That is what makes you different from any woman I have connected with. Let me show you how to love your mind, body, and soul. All the things I truly adore about you. I admire your strength. You're the type of woman I been searching for my entire life. You are like the shimmering stars I gaze at every night, no matter how shiny and beautiful I think they are I know deep inside me I could never touch, kiss or hold because you are not real. So until then I will continue to wish upon the stars in hopes that these words will help turn my dreams into a lovely amazing reality.
By Tyheisha Jackson8 years ago in Poets
7 Letters: Letter 3
Dear Second Chapter, I went to the bookstore today. I'm sure you know which novel I picked out first. You've been in between my tear-stained pages and pen for so long, I know you wouldn't be surprised that I pulled out a novel with the greatest kind of tragedy, dying for love in vain. Could you imagine if that had happened to us? What if I had taken that bullet for you and you had left me there to embrace a slow and painful death? What if you had ripped me apart, and molded me into your favorite kind of phone call to make when you couldn't breathe, and I never answered?
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
