That Moment
The moment where your lover is so close to you and you both want to touch each others lips.
Long walks, big sweaters, great books and endless cups of tea.
The moment where your lover is so close to you and you both want to touch each others lips.
Dear God, if you're really out there, please make me a bird so I can fly far, far away from here..
I wanted him to kiss me. With every, Touch Nerve Feeling of Lust But most importantly I wanted him to kiss me and not hold back one bit..
Mom came in my room tonight and asked me why I've been so sad. "I miss the smile on your face and that look of joy you always had" she sat on my bed and took me in her arms, held me oh so close.
What would you do if everything you thought you knew, turns out to be a lie?.
I saw the cuts on your wrists and on your hips. Your small red eyes and smiles full of lies. I watched you cry and held you close. You're still beautiful to me no matter what you do.
"Does he think of you?" "No.".
I miss my darling, his sweet loving face. Those delicate lips, such a perfect shape. His brown glossy eyes and braided down hair, his arms that held me anywhere.
You held my hand and grabbed my waste, you took me close and kept me safe. You kissed my lips and teased my tongue, never did I think this would be so much fun.
You sucked the bruises onto my neck and down to my collarbone. My skin is marked by your moment of lust. Stared at them, laughed, cried over them.
I'll take my jacket, slip on my boots, go out into the night sky. I'll blast some music in my ears not bother to be aware of what's happening around me.
No matter how hard I try, i'll never be able to escape. The beauty that you hold within, the structure of your perfect face.
One year later, look at us now. Two messed up minds coming together as one. I swear I never thought this day would come, where I'd realize that I lost myself and see who I've become.
We crave lust although we seek love..
Happy endings, do they really exist. Or are they just fantasies. Perhaps a vision of bliss..
You can't just forget someone, erase them or pretend they never existed. And it's almost as if the more you do try to forget, the harder it will get..
I think there will always be a part of me that won't ever be able to let him or my love for him go. We were together through it all and now we're even watching it all fall, together.
This poem is for everyone who feels worthless and overly emotional- Wake up, get dressed, don't look too stressed. Make up, perfection, leads to depression.
I want your touch. It won't ever be too much. Kiss my neck, Make me fall with weakness. Hold my hips, feel my chest. Don't let go now, this night can't go to rest.
What happens when a seemingly normal person is driven to the edge. The gun in hand, loaded and ready. Watch out now, be very steady. One bullet to the head and suddenly you're dead.
Memories shared. Hands held. Lips kissed. Touched hips. Secrets told. Eyes so cold. Hatred expressed. What happens next. Love abandoned. Words stranded. Strangers again. Don't try to pretend.
Emotionally Stable Pretty Intelligent.
An angel can earn wings and do well to all. Until one night when everything started to fall. The monsters took over and ripped off her wings. For now she was nothing, just a harmful living thing.
Yin, what a beautiful woman in such a dark place while Yang is a lucid man. How these two can be so intimate yet so diverse, i'll never understand.
I feel as though I am in a parallel universe, there are no humans in sight. These dizzy spells and butterflies just might take me away for tonight.
Darkness takes over the beautiful nights of wonder, when all the creatures come out while the humans are in slumber. My darling is it you. The one who stays awake.
Society says skinny is pretty. Skin and bones, they say it's very pretty. Long perfect hair, straight white teeth, legs that don't touch, don't look at your feet.
The lights are shut, the bed is undone your under the covers with silence filling the space.
You drive me crazy, the thought of you amazes me..
I kind of like my body, I kind of like my face. My hair is different, I mean only 2% of the population has this hair color. My freckles are cool and I sort of like my oddly small ears.
They’re getting weaker by the minute and I don’t know what to do. These things inside my body, these precious little jewels. Armored in my skin, I call these my bones.