love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
CHAOS
tragic destiny a tornado of hatred twisted gentle love
By Len Sherman8 months ago in Poets
He Never Asked Me to Earn His Love
I grew up believing love was something you worked for. Not something you received freely. Love, to me, was a reward. It came after you behaved, after you achieved, after you proved you were worth the effort. It was something adults gave in measured doses, like sugar—only when you were good, only when you didn’t ask for too much.
By Imran Ali Shah8 months ago in Poets










