Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Long hair I prefer long beautiful locks of hair My culture is my pride and joy Some say who does care I prefer long beautiful locks of hair
By Denise E Lindquist5 months ago in Poets
I’ve sanded down the old me, gritty and loud, exiling old flames like a one-woman crowd. The walls are now satin, a calming display,
By Baby Josie5 months ago in Poets
I've written many letters; Sprayed perfume on them, too. The notes were all the same, dear Saying I love you. * You never even answered,
By Margaret Brennan5 months ago in Poets
THERE USED TO BE A TIME... There used to be a time, when I used to get hurt, But now I am just broken.. There used to be a time,
By Utsarga_writes5 months ago in Poets
You're twisted again Likeminded to the she devil you promised you'd never be Said we'd sit in the sun and swing, but you talk me into it alone,
By Gambit5 months ago in Poets
Freedom That Cost Me I chased freedom like it owed me something, Like it would hand me peace if I ran fast enough, Every door I opened felt like a victory,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Introduction “The Origin of the Harp of Elfin” by Henry Jones Thaddeus is another stunning image shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
Live and love life! If the truth be told… I'm just scared my heart will be left in the cold Can’t live in the unknown The mind can go into an imaginary tangent away from reality
By L.I.E5 months ago in Poets
I didn’t ask for much. Just a calm glance at the end of the day and a presence that doesn’t hurt. But some people don’t stay
By A.Petrovski5 months ago in Poets
If my friends in their thirties who are still dating ask me for advice, I always tell them: stop wasting your time on "average" guys you aren't actually attracted to.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing5 months ago in Poets
💛💛💛💛💛💛 This is a special little gift, Just for you from me. Whenever you feel lonely, Or whenever you feel blue, Just take hold of this little gift
By Calvin London5 months ago in Poets
lover who kills was not far from a beloved, but before your covenant, this was not the custom.
By Muhammad Yaseen5 months ago in Poets
