Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Humble evenings they brag while not enough are being had ✂ short term pleasure long term pain indulging in suffering.
In shadows cast by city lights, Where faces blend in muted nights, I see the human, fleeting, small, A solitary figure, standing tall.
You must be an Angel
You must be an Angel Your voice seems so soft and smooth Your energy gives me the clean fresh sense of a person being truly kind and nice inside
In the early morning hours, new life begins, Heart full, mind racing, touching soft baby skin. New life starts for mother and child,
afraid because the waves of sadness have returned and they've only gotten bigger and I've forgotten how to swim and suddenly I've forgotten how to breathe I mean I know I can recall a time when there was only you and me but you sat there and you judged me like you were the Holy One yet somehow you were still my only one I wanted your light but you left me in a storm but instead of using this spark to light a fire to your things I've decided to light a fire within me I've decided that I have no choice but to right my wrongs to right my wrongs and I don't know what's right and I don't know what's wrong I don't know how much of me is left or how much of me is right like I told you I'm afraid I can't sleep alone at night because you're gone well I don't mean you're gone I mean you left and you were right we don't belong together our love was out of spite thank you thank you
Love of hurt
I was lost in the woods not enough tender to make a fire the unhinged on hinged put their hopes on a tree heart-shaped signals made out of smoke
key to my heart apple of my eye a feeling I never felt before magic in the skies most men are deceiving and they wrap you up in lies
My favorite teacup
sweet chamomile tea and lavender scent I'm imagining his love feels like easy mornings pretend not to see but sneak peeks of
This is still a love poem But not the type of love poem you might think It’s one between friends I still believe that we are growing together
I want to hurt you how you hurt me put on the show and end with a curtsy now I want to curse you how you curse me like I wouldn't give a fly if thy died I would of spat on you if you was thirsty I want to call you all the time but you probably stop talking to me I was getting called a bee so much you would have thought he was dog walking me when we outstand extra close to me so everybody know that he milk me good milk me up good you know tearing up my insides but on the inside leaving me very odd I don't cried so much I Got No More Tears to cry I've been so used to this fake love. could do me dirty and I'll be like well it ain't nothing love I sit in weight love I like to move quick feelings up and down like elevators I've been MIA booed up but sometimes I fake love we got this contradicting relationship cause sometimes I hate love how we fight and then we make up I gotta found I got a problem with my Foundation ain't no bee that I can make up fry all right
I Want a Diary
Dear Darling, A beautifully weathered and cherished diary my dreams are sparkling Call my history dear fairy footsteps
So now I am alone. And I know (I know, I know) This is what I've Wanted all along. And it's so quiet… And maybe someday