My lips twitch into a smile when I feel your tight hug. Your laughter is my favorite song, the best to sing along to. Cheap beer has never tasted so good as when we're together.
By sleepy drafts2 years ago in Poets
I want to tell you about my day today I want to say I’m sad, I’m mad, I’m broken Into thousands of shards of glass Because this life feels too large and unmanageable to Understand why I want to tell you about my day today.
By LRB2 years ago in Poets
Yer a bonnie wee lassie it's true ah pinch mahsel' when ah contemplate life wae ye by mah side day-in day-oot tho' we scale the
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
A Bond That Cannot Be Broken Compassion and support when needed I can relate to your creations A gift that is a timeless treasure
By Mariann Carroll2 years ago in Poets
If you'll be my never land Then, I’ll be your tink Our love will be forever young Time will freeze in a blink They’ll write stories about us
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
👀 ❤️ 🐑 2 🌙 (I love you to the moon) 🥀🌺🚶♀️👋 (flowers bloom as you pass by) 💖🥁😍🐏 😊 (my heart beats faster when you smile)
Distant Drums I heard the drums, they are nearing, Or was it the sound of my heart, Pounding a rhythm, fierce and clear,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
You wear your anger like a shield, A fortress no one dares to breach. Your words, sharp as blades, Push the world out of reach. But with me, the storm is quiet, Your voice turns soft, your gaze stays kind.
By Witness Love2 years ago in Poets
I turned TWENTY, what a day, A milestone graced in every way. The years FLEW by like fleeting streams, Yet each one shines with cherished dreams.
By Komal2 years ago in Poets
Four little kittens All carried in a basket Free to a good home 🐈 White with tabby stripes Little balls of fluffy joy
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Lay your hand upon that place from which my love won’t stray. Feel the rhythm of my soul, let it guide you through the day
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
I know that I have the capacity, to sync with your spontaneity. Most cannot handle it, they see you as a bit much, but my soul, tied to yours, yields just the right touch.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
