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I still remember the grooves in your lips on those December nights. I remember you planting seeds in my lungs and promising me that a garden would grow there one day.
By Julie Taft8 years ago in Poets
Cool night air kisses her skin like a lover In her arms she could wish for no other As tongues meet and duel Adding to passion’s fuel
By Stevie Seber8 years ago in Poets
Summer takes its last breath and collapses into Fall, It's now the time that I love most of all. Green leaves turn to orange, yellow, and red,
By Victoria Hill8 years ago in Poets
Greetings Thespians & “Muggle-Born,” near and far. This is your Artistic Endorser, D.C. With another entry from the DC Theatre Blog.
By Darius Colquitt8 years ago in Geeks
When I was 18 years old I fell hopelessly I love With a boy who couldn’t find it in himself To love me It was spring break
By Mikaela England8 years ago in Poets
Once, a daisy I was called by a friend A flower too delicate and easily bent A flower so small evincing daring simplicity
By Angelika Arroyo8 years ago in Poets
I am expected to leave my flesh for your sanity, leave my heart for your passion, and my body for your pleasure. I. I am just a human,
By Melissa Sturzoiu8 years ago in Poets
Your kiss still lingers, a ghost on my lips. It leaves me more lost then ever and only adds to the internal conflict. I sit here alone,
By ROXANNE ELKASSIS8 years ago in Poets
