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OVER YOU
For Her I would give my Last, Even the clothes off my Back, She had me has An Idiot, To the Left, Calling her out,
Sean NoblePublished 3 years ago in PoetsSummer
“When you walk barefoot, free electrons are transferred from the Earth into your body, and this grounding effect is one of the most potent antioxidants we know of” - Dr.Mercola Ever feel like you need to reconnect with nature, this is the way to do it.
Amber WilliamsPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe Wounds I Carry
First date I’m on in almost two years. At a rustic but high quality Italian place. Her eyes are a soft brown laced with kindness.
Super heroes
Here’s a different view for those of you who have ever felt rejected. When things go astray, don’t go your way, maybe you’re being redirected.
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 3 years ago in Poetshold back your tears
Hold back your tears You are not weak Hold back your tears You are not sick To expose your feelings in front of others.
Numb
There is no right way to describe pain. More specifically metal pain, emotional pain. Think about it, physical pain will heal and become forgotten. Mental pain never leaves, emotional pain never leaves. It does not matter how you try to heal this kind of pain, it’s not going anywhere. This sort of pain stays with you until the day that you die.
Amber WilliamsPublished 3 years ago in PoetsWhirlwind
There is only one way to describe how I have gotten to know my love... There is only one word that I can think of to describe what it has been like to learn his habits, his preferences, his personality...
To My Love💖
If I could put your beauty into words I'd make it sound even better than this, But I'll take my best shot; I'd talk about how your eyes are like honey, melting and settling into the soft, dark green moss upon a rain forests floor.
Manic RantingsPublished 3 years ago in PoetsUnraveled
When it first started i felt like i found the one i felt this spark that died in me so long ago reignited we talked for hours
Fear At The Door
Fear is gripping; like a magnet, it attracts me and holds tightly Squeezing my lungs and causing dis-ease It can enter my pores, my veins, my mind, my soul
michelle stuartPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThat's what I thought
I thought you’ll stay In my darkest time Thought you’d be there Trought better and worst And you said that you got my back
Jarimay BanzalesPublished 3 years ago in PoetsSilence Might Not Be Golden
Silence was the only way she could think of To express the sad fact That they were not compatible friends any more.
Gillian Lesley ScottPublished 3 years ago in Poets