Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
With you The only harm That comes to me Is the aching teeth From the sweetness Of the sugared words You feed me Or the honeyed kisses
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
Here we are! We have made it, against all odds. I have found my better half, my soulmate my true-higher... All I ever want to be, aimed for -longed for.
By Elise Marie8 years ago in Poets
I was the first cut you ever made. Your eyelashes fluttered beneath my lips, and once I started to whisper your name, your nails dug a grave within my skin,
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
You only call me when you lose Always coming at me making me choose All I am for you is someone to use Can't you see I love the abuse?
By Evie McCain8 years ago in Poets
I could kiss your lips, remember how they tasted like cinnamon coffee and how they lit me on fire, but not how to turn them into a smile.
It's nights like these I feel whole and complete Caressing your fingers, intertwining them with mine as the others run through my spine
By Zee with two e's8 years ago in Poets
Once more I bury my face Into your Soft linen shirt And breathe In the smell of Sunshine and lazy Afternoons spent in bed.
By Shivani Vani8 years ago in Poets
Tattooed tears that I'll wear proudly with a smile because nothing is ever perfect. And darling, I know what I'm getting myself into, I craved you before you walked in
By Cassandra Castellón8 years ago in Poets
I wanna get lost in your words bend your pages to my needs, pull you closer to my body hidden messages between you and me.
By Mandy Curry8 years ago in Poets
1 step 2 step I follow you 3 step 4 step you skip ahead Why does it feel like I'm running When all you're doing is walking
By Alicia Young8 years ago in Poets
Take some time apart, my love The tension between this triangle is tearing your heart to pieces And usually I would condone such an activity
By Nicholas Goodman8 years ago in Poets
Who is she? This presence so familiar yet seemingly distant Her smile evoking something Something From the very depths of my being
By Wyld Tha Bard8 years ago in Poets
