Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
His fingers, made of persuasion and heat, touched her fragile cheek as if touching her was the only concept that would make her breathe again.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Poets
I don't want to remember how your eyes saw me differently, specs and swirls of purity and evil, and you wondered how such a thing could even exist.
Dear lover You grab me by my hips and kiss my lips We've done this so much it is almost rehearsed I crave the taste on my tongue
By Kaitlynn Raneri7 years ago in Poets
You heard my heart And took it without asking for permission You told me that you love me without even saying it my heart was crushed
By DK Mason7 years ago in Poets
don't fall in love with a girl with anxiety unless you're prepared to hear about every little detail of her day and especially
By Hayley Bonnett7 years ago in Poets
I never knew love 'til I felt you move for the first time. I never knew love 'til the first time I seen you. I thought I knew what love was until you came into my life.
By Miranda Johnson7 years ago in Poets
Smoothing soft curls across his brow, like a wave curves the contours of the rough coast. Gazing into his eyes, a pool of deep black that pulls me into his gravity.
By Violet Darwin7 years ago in Poets
Please Come closer, let me breathe you in. Come closer and let me wrap my arms around you and sink you in. Please honey, for tonight stay by my side.
By Ivie derr7 years ago in Poets
Weakness at the knees, A tremble down the spine, A tickle in the stomach, Sweat in the palms of the hands, Goosebumps on the arms and neck,
By Itsel C7 years ago in Poets
May I take a moment to truly speak to you... yes every word written is a flower dipped and kissed by each season-every year I have known you...
By Jessica Gloria7 years ago in Poets
An image never seen before Seeing it across the room It's different, I am drawn to it Impossible to know so soon Insecurity ran through my veins
By Mandii Lazo7 years ago in Poets
We're at a standstill, you and I, in the middle of a cold and bitter place, where you lie and I pretend it has no meaning.