I Want You So Much
So close to my finger tips can't quite touch it, Frustration Pain Insane longing to have you in my domain.
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So close to my finger tips can't quite touch it, Frustration Pain Insane longing to have you in my domain.
Dear Jess, You are beautiful. Now my secret is out i thought, it was only right that i could speak to you. I am the prank caller at work, i love to hear your voice.
I see you through the corner of my eye, the sight of you causes my anger to fly. Your stare sees through me, it cuts me deep, through my pores the disgust of you begins to seep.
#halloween I can feel the heat is rising Over every follicle covering my skin Ripples through my veins Confirm the spirit deep within Once dormant now awoken And eager to cause harm But hidden...
C H A P T E R 1 I looked up , staring at his ripped blue curtains . He was the boy of my dreams, and I just had to see him. How was I going to get up to his second story window .
You're an echo In the cave of my mind My obsession, A ringing in my ears I can't shake, I let you escape to a place Just past the Ends of my fingertips, I can nearly Reach you, always only An inch...
I'm calling you, On the phone Do you know it's me. Are you alone. Keep thinking back, To that very first time... The way you looked, So sexy, so gorgeous, so utterly divine.
@melchoirj13 #emotion Who is this man. Where is he from.
She sits there always, watching me. Slowly I notice, It cannot be. Her eyes seem to follow, wherever I go, It's creeping me out, she wants me to know. She holds many secrets, that, I could tell.
There was a girl, Who I so well knew. Come to think... She looked like you. I moved to escape, Her wit and charm. But you're just another cause for alarm. I packed up and left, Leaving but a note.
I try to make the feelings for her stop, But I can't. I can't get her out of my head. The way she moves, The way she talks, Her eyes. That adorable smile.
"Oh Phillip. They're gorgeous, where did you get them!" "All the way from Paris darling, made from the finest French silk." He said, kissing her tenderly down her neck.
#colour #color. She plays her instrument. And my world is blown. Into a beautiful violet haze. My mind is thrown. She sings those lyrics. So soft and quiet. Every word meant for me.
This poem was written about 4 years ago, but it's still one of my favorites.
#household #curtain. When I close my curtains. When I veil my sight. That's when I see her most vividly. And my brain begins the fight. It's a struggle to forget. It's impossible to erase.
Your force pulling me in I was living on cloud 9 ...
My heart is being ripped in two. My stomach is feeling it too. There was a love that was once strong. Now it is just dark and blue. My heart it beats still. But only for you. Which breaks me heart.
Romeos there Throwing buttons at your window Its not fair Why isn't she coming Juliette's gone To be somewhere else Where she shone Bright than with you Buttons are being thrown So much the...
I am everywhere. Whether you like it or not. You can't get rid of me. You'll never be rid of me. I am following. Wherever you go I'm there. You can't get rid of me. You'll never be rid of me.
She lays upon the porcelain slab, a deathly shade of pure white, matching the intricate and beautiful gown she is wearing. Her fair blonde hair is curly, draped over her lifeless face.
You haunt me daily like a friendly ghost, I don't know how to cope I try and try, remembering the reasons why I ought to have forgotten you by now I ought to have begotten you by now Now I know how...
How come what I want I can never have.
This one is a bit dark... Oh ye desolate streets of a darkened night, Feel the beat of my feet, serene on this night.
There is something profound about your existence Just thinking about you changes my being My eloquence is abnormal in the most dearest sense Some kind of Shakesperean poetry but not really I can...