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Opened the window and jumped through The door was unlocked, if only I knew "Ready, my love?" You held out your hand I remember when we'd written our names in the sand Seemed like years but had only...
How can I make him see Just how much he means to me Just how much I want to be his always Just how much I love everything he says.
Shattered skylines. Broken things. A bursting sunset. And painted wings. As leaves fall. The pain declines. Like the ebb and flow. Of the ever changing tides. A music box. That no longer plays.
Locked away in a broken heart. That's how I feel with you. Boxed up in open space. I hate the things you do. Trapped under the wing of a dove. How could you do this. Hidden in my own eyes.
There is a field I know, Barley, hay and wild flower, A space so vast, it creates loops Around me; rolling clouds, and Hollow sounds magnificent, Waiting to be filled with singers Singing, drummers...
I've never written like this... They're just sudden words that spilled out of my brain: You Hold Me With Your Icy Stare. Can't Move. Then You Grab Me And Throw Me Out Into The Icy Cold.
She smiles but she's not really happy. She asks but she doesn't want to know. She talks but she isn't saying anything. She laughs but she doesn't find it funny. She cries but it doesn't mean anything.
I held you tight. You pushed me far. Then you came wishing upon my star. I gave you love. And you couldn't give. Then you say I am being too tough. I made you smile. You made me cry.
I want to write you a love poem but I don't know where to start. I want to tell you that I do love you too but too afraid to break my heart.
I hear the voices of big waves on seashore, Rising and coming towards me to encore. Countless gifts I received on this day. Wrapped with honesty or duplicity. What can I say.
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.
#acrostic. S-exual desires. E-motionally charged. D-eceiving the one who matters. U-nder lust and against your heart. C-aught up in a moment. T-ime and reason fade away. I-n a state of pure arousal.
In the middle of the night my love, In the middle of the night, I held and whispered 'love you's', When things were going right.
Im not proud my foul feelings were reflected. Obviously they stem from feelings of being neglected. My hurtful words were callas a chalice of unprotected malice.
It sucks to be the one that breaks your own heart Even suckier when you have to play the "I am ok" part While inside you are burning and torn apart It sucks to make decisions cause you think they...
100 lies you told to me before I slammed that door 99 times you broke my heart - but that was all before 98 times I told myself that I was over you 97 times I told myself "You know that isn't...
Should have really listened when you said I can't. Instead I was busy holding your hand. Should have really listened when you said not now. Instead I was busy reversing your frown.
What do I have to do to get you to notice me. Change my hair, the way I walk. My clothes, the way I talk. We've known each other for some time now yet I'm still invisible to you.
benieth the sattan sheets of white lays my lover i miss tonight. i hear of your comming and i hear stories of your smile and wonder where are you now.
I fell to hard Speeding fast The year ended,I took a step back. I haven't seen you in a while. Tried to forget your dazzling smile. Told myself I was over you. Told myself there was someone new.
Remember when we used to hold hands. Slowly walking down the street. Listening to bands. Saying Hi to people we'd meet. Remember how it used to feel. I thought that we felt the same.
A love so true A love so pure I fell for you For that I am sure A loving moment A warm embrace But now the torment For choosing our separate ways I try to understand Why you let go of my hand When...
why do I have to like the guy my friend likes. why do I get to have more of a chance with him than her. why can't I tell her I like him. instead of lying and saying I wouldn't do that to her.
I need inspiration In the form of a midnight lover I need hope In the form of a friend I need wisdom In the form of a sage Most of all I need love And someone who won't run away I want...