love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
It's Love That Stresses Me
My lungs are filled to the brim with smoke, I inhale each one until I choke.But it's love that stresses me. That's why each time I fold, I crumble under this addiction.I feel the minutes with each fixing, to rid of this habit there's one thing I'm missing.Your kiss.To end this feeling it's hard to breathe, when I can't see you my eyes burn because I can't see through the smoke that leaves my lungs.The kiss we never shared leaves me undone.This shred of humanity is left on the brink, each time I miss you it gets harder to think, so instead a new addiction I decide to drink.With each burning gulp my liver dies, what I wouldn't give to look into your eyes.I miss what we had it's so overwhelming, but the truth is, I'm still dwelling on our past experiences what we used to have.I hope these current addictions will help get me through my main addiction, that's missing you.
By Christina Gorican8 years ago in Poets
Change
My life was a wreck, like the Titanic At one point I was sailing smooth, but there were a few bumps in my journey, I just ignored them, until I sank in an ocean of depression. I never knew how bad I was, until someone pulled me to the surface and saved my most salvageable pieces, I never thought I'd find my Jack, but miracles happen out of thin air, out of surprise when needed most. At too young of an age I wallowed in that cold water, I became numb to everything, until I met my savior, who took my broken pieces and showed me off to the world. I got my happiness back, and finally thought someone could love something so damaged, and then something changed. My heart thawed and started beating, then I felt it true happiness, and most of all I felt true love for the first time.
By Brittany white8 years ago in Poets
