Free Love
Love is such a curious thing, Easy to give, hard to rescind. Easy to say 'I love you too', Yet hard to broach the 'I love you'.
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Love is such a curious thing, Easy to give, hard to rescind. Easy to say 'I love you too', Yet hard to broach the 'I love you'.
I remember the beginning, but fear greatly of the end, where there shall stand an enemy, where once there stood a friend. The laughter will fade into silence, the river of warmth will run dry.
I like you. I like you a lot. I always have from the start. You're the most beautiful thing I have ever seen - An absolute work of art.
They could never understand what she set out to do,. Instead they choose to beat you,. When you got weak, they and he loved the sight,. Of the dimming brightness of your starlight,.
I cry myself to sleep at night Just wishing it would stop Maybe tomorrow it will cease Then again, maybe not You push me and you poke me You call me hurtful names To me it's like a prison But to you...
You don't see what I'm hiding behind this smile. All the hurt. All the pain. All the anger. All the tears. All the thoughts. All the words. All the expressions. All the tears. All the time.
This song is a how I feel a little... Or maybe more... Lyrics below. --- Where are you now, what are you doing. Are you in this endless sky.
Do you ever feel little fissures are forming in your heart... When people and things you used to love are no longer there. When someone you thought would stay was just like all the others.
When your heart turns cold it causes your soul to freeze, It spreads through society a ruthless disease, The diamond that stood once firm and tall, Now a shadow that feels nothing at all, When your...
I'll remember you when I'm gray and old. I''ll remember all of the secrets that we never told. I'll remember that last kiss good bye. I'll remember all those times you made me cry.
Do you still love me. Do you even care. Lying alone, to the walls I stare, Falling to the darkness, the abyss consuming my mind, I sink trying to swim, it's you I'm trying to find.
Wake me, only as you drift into the cavities. And leave nothing behind to remind me. That we were never really that involved. The pictures bear no resemblance at all.
Where did we go wrong. One minute we are on top of the world without a care, The next minute I turn around and you're no longer there.
I hope you hate me, Wish me dead, Because I caused your pain. Your hurt. Your agony. I'm sorry, So sorry. But sometimes sorry is just not enough... And if you don't hate me, Then you should.
(Untitled) Sitting on a bench by the lake Is a man staring at a distance A trace of sadness on his face.
Cruelty. It's vibrance, It's sharp, earthy scent, Fills me, With fear, And a feeling of dread. To taste, It's poison, On the tip of my tongue, I scorn, Myself for, Lowering myself to that level.
This ones for my dad , realest guy i ever had. Wiped my tears when i was sad , diciplined me when i was bad.
Stop this unbearable pain in my chest. Sure it hasn't been hurtin for the past year. But just the thought of not having you Sends my broken heart to hell. I may seem strong but inside I'm crumbling.
by Me, Emily. Do you know what you will do to him. Do you know how he'll be. Do you know what will become of him. Do you know what *I* see. I see a broken body, sore, I see a tortured mind.
I see you and I want you, I touch you and I breath you. I smell your sweet scent and I sleep you. I dream you and I love you. You bore me, you ignore me, you never do anything for me.
Lying here, lying back; Feet in air, staring at the ceiling. I feel raw, jagged, imperfect. The stares; Full of pity. Pity, yet kindness, shown only by A mother's love.
There's this guy I love so much, I love the sound of his voice and his warm feeling touch. He means everything in the world to me, But no, he doesn't care, he doesn't want to see.
Look at this, an histerical mess. Frustrated and betrayed. Why do you treat me so less. Talking with my best friend, thinkin thisll be the last straw.
Teenage heart packed all that misery. All along you know my story didn't you. And all night long I carried yours.