He Is We- All About Us
Take my hand, I'll teach you to dance I'll spin you around won't let you fall down Would you let me lead.
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Take my hand, I'll teach you to dance I'll spin you around won't let you fall down Would you let me lead.
I felt so close to you. I watched you fall asleep. I feel so near to you. Though you're slightly out of reach. The sound of your breathing. It keeps me believing. And when I see you smile.
In the darkness I'll hold your body close to mine. I'll remember this moment. The one I share with you. I'll hold you so much closer. We'll talk until we fall asleep.
Tense moments sneaking you in,. risking getting caught. Holding back laughter as you trip,. holding hands in the dark. Alone with our crazy conversations,. followed by so much laughter.
Motionless I lie, a dead expression held upon my face. All feeling has turned numb from the jagged tear that has been inflicted.
I'm not the type. To fall in love. At first sight. But there's something. Something in the look. You have in your eyes. When you stare into mine. And that half smile. You give me. When you tell me.
Take my soul have my freedom, While I have you I don't need them. My past life is distant memory, When I have you, lying next to me.
Trying to put pen to paper (or thumb to keyboard) Sometimes just doesn't cut it. The words to express a thing don't flow. This is because sometimes, words are not enough.
S ensual chemistry thats perfectly matched O rgasmic reactions, caught in each others traps U nchained passion, with ease we become one L ust with love as a foundation, unequal to none M utual...
Curly hair, green eyes. Boy you've never heard Elton John. Diamond studded Jesus freaks, Come on, don't be afraid to laugh. You play the drums in my songs, And you let me win the video games.
Moments wanted to be shared. Anything that happens I care. Longing for you to touch my skin. Craving your smell, still lingering. Wanting a kiss only from your lips. Hoping your hands find my hips.
Love or lust. Obsessive love. And no, not the stalker type. I mean the whole "I could live without you but then life wouldn't be worth living type".
That awful coffee she'd made was keeping him awake. He got out of bed and fumbled his way across the strange landing to the bathroom. On his way back out he hesitated outside Kathryn's bedroom door.
An arm around my shoulders. A friendly glance my way. Just the tiny things you do. Help me through my day. You don't need to do something epic. Or anything out of the blue. Just stay the way you are.
contrast. your lightening blue eyes and my useless brown eyes make one great pair that no one notices. black hair, white hair braided together, looking like a zig zag walking down the street.
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Shine through me, Like a laser light. Being me hope, Let me see it bright. Your kiss is like a beam. It brings light to the dark Hoping that it creates That electric spark.
Man on stage, oh, how you straddle the strings that hold me together. I am a guitar in your arms, a mic in your palm, a shuddering, tormented wreck - like a nerve exposed.
#lovepoems #youngwritersemotion. Tonight we shine. Brighter than ever. As the sun sets. Like stars forever. Tonight we dance. Like we don't care. If anyone sees us. We're such a great pair.
Key's under the mat,. For the door to your heart,. Eyes closed,. Escaping from the door to the soul,. Awaiting the hands. of your partner in dance,. Too find the hidden key of romance,.
Help me. Close your eyes and lay your head beside me. Melt all of the ice inside me. Touch me. Let me feel your fingers warmth. Push my black hair back and forth. Don't lose me.
Somehow I've inhaled you, You're there behind my eyes, I feel you running through my veins, Your murmurs to my cries.
You are my inner strength And I am your foothold Sensualistic like intercourse Are fantasies, so I'm told A cloud of sex delivers Nurturing our bodies in time Pressing all of your buttons You'll...
This is new to me;. Held at gunpoint of such reverie. Once I painted my words on shipwrecks of old. Or fed them to lonely wolves out in the cold. But I see it now; no such thing as a dark everlasting.