love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
BitterSweet GoodBye
It's 3am We're in the company of the moon,the stars, the ocean passionately crashing onto the shore and our laughter echoing into the distance Drowning out the solitude of the dark Music playing out loud on your rundown speaker But today it's not glitching, like it's brand new We sing along As you attempt to fix my two left feet I'm kinda improving Or you're blindly cheering me on You've always had a way of building sandcastles in the sky For me The Queen of the castle And you the King The music shuffles into different genre As our conversations and moods shuffle into different frequencies Will there ever be another like you I wonder As we lock eyes I gaze upon your dark brown eyes That melt my soul Your eyes, the aura of your eyes A different hue of brown Only you carry Or maybe I'm hallucinating? I should be used to the sight of you But I never will, I won't ever You pull me in for last kiss Hard, passionate and cold Like a silent bittersweet goodbye We both know this is the last time No bad blood No good reason But none of us have the courage we had when we fell Noone dares to say goodbye Like it's a bad omen, like it's taboo The sun rises Your eyes glisten like a forbidden rare jewel I soak in the beauty of your eyes This will be the last time I look into those eyes upclose As a lover As a friend
By Ropafadzo Thokozani Zinyuke (Fadzo) about a year ago in Poets
Full Moon In Scorpio
It'll slip between your fingers you've been warned. Time's faster than it looks. I am you forgiven. Cherished. What keeps you up at night won't keep you warm. I am with you when you're longing. Kindling. The flame is stoked but never tamed. By the time one dies out another's born. We are truly what others fear of our union. Quantumly entangled. Divine.
By Kristen Keenon Fisherabout a year ago in Poets
When "I Love You" Means "I Love Me": Reclaiming Your Landscape
You don't have to walk a path with someone while you're wounded. Not everyone is worth your efforts. The person who claims to love you keeps asking you to give in. They've given in to no end, yet you're still so alone.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
