Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
He. Happenstance, a romance found when a boy who paid attention to my circumstance took a chance. when plans. . . arranged for his first trip,
By Amanda Karenina8 years ago in Poets
You're the rusty gold necklace lying dead against my chest, weighing down all my efforts to raise my head above this tidal wave.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
I want to be as dark and terrifying as your pupils get when I whisper something you've never heard before. I want to be your contracting ribcage when your body prepares itself for the incoming war of lust and boundaries.
You never cared about the enemy you'd force me to be. It is evident in your empty voice now, how distant and nonchalant your soul has become.
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,
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
