love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Atomsplit
Hello dear, Your words to my ears are precious and full of diamonds. You have lost all the skin down to your knuckles, but still you seem so beautiful and polished. Explosions, flames engulfing you and me. You tore up my heart, and left beauty as we waltzed atop my veins and arteries. You were more than the woman of my dreams, more than a figment of my imagination. You were real. Skeletally structured with muscles and skin, your existence was blank, you were surrealism; embodied.
By Joke Marfsky7 years ago in Poets