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I slip up behind you, Tender arms embrace, The comforting warmth, And touch of hair misplaced, The finger that draws, Arcing around my face, A longing to connect, To become just one place, And chase...
I'm not very good at pick up lines. So do you mind. I'm at my wit's end. But let me take a crack at it, give it a twist and a bend. Hmm... Nope. Still ain't got none. All I do is stutter.
My world is held together by her iridescent glow, I'm engaged in her beauty and the grace does she bestow.
. I Would . Have liked To of been a . Traveler. . A. N D.
First love is the love of your life. Before you know it. You'll have a wife. You'll have an argument. And then break it. Everlasting love never. Seems to make it. You'll get back together.
With you I am alone With you I am worn With you I am sad With you love seems bad With you I don't see a future With you nights are torture With you I doubt myself With you no one is right but...
I keep writing words down and making them rhyme. I don't know what's wrong with me,I'm doing it all the time.
His beautiful skin. So clear and fair. An angel he is. No lie, I swear. His nature so pure. His ways so true. Just waiting for those words. "I'm in love with you". Words so powerful. Voice so strong.
There was a town, Called 'Windy Teeth', With land above, And wheels beneath; And every one, Within that town, Lived in a windmill, Of blue and brown.
Oh no, oh no, What to do.
Stars shining so brightly tonight. The image of you placed firmly insight. A wonderful night. A night without any sense of fright. The moon gleaming. My smile beaming. This Is a sensational feeling.
Isn't it amazing, Isn't it funny, What makes you mad, What makes you sunny. Isn't weird, Isn't it strange, What keeps you close, What makes out change.
We each took some piece,. A piece of our being,. As offering to the other,. That we were finally seeing,. It's like a ribbon,. A ribbon I never knew,. From a place inside,. In an unknown view,.
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So I'm in the bathroom Having a pee Looked at the floor And what did I see There by the door A spider looked at me.
#halloweenparty. It's the ghost of you. That I have seen. It's everywhere. That I have been. What is it. That I should do. It occupies. A space for two. Should I say. Goodbye to all. Just because.
Vast and Deep The dark Satin blue, But not As deep as My love For you. The moon Throbs, Robbing me Of sleep; Sun shed Its lonely Tears, And as They drip, So does Hope fleets.
Hello again, and today is Monday, October 1, 2012 and here are a few poems: I could write haikus, then I'd see the syllables, or possibly not.
You may have noticed it's been a while, Since an opuss was added to my pile.... It's not because I've been away, Or lost the want to read and play. No, it's due instead to that thing called life...
Treat each other like a hot summers day. Your favourite game. Your most precious way. Treat each other like a midnight star,. A best friend,. Your favourite car,.
I know. That I'm. D I F F E R E N T. r n r r c e l e a. a t a e c c e w l. s e i a e a g e.
And if you could have taken a picture. Of that very moment. There would have been a glint in my eye. A smile on my face. A spark in my heart. That pushed through my pores and met.
You had eyes of blue, brown and green too,. You fell in love at 15,. To the girl of your dreams,. Beautifully married at 18,. No more screwing around it seems,. She glided down the isle,.
Raining rainbow maze,. Under heavens misted haze,. Where angels sing and pluck harps,. Learning life's long songs,. As rainbows dance in arcs,. A mirage of mirrors,. Under pearly white clouds,.