I hate when I’m trying to be handsome
Jul 7

I hate when I’m trying to be handsome
and a more handsome man stands next to me and handsomes harder than I can.

''Surely you can handsome somewhere else,'' I say with passion
to the man who is dressed in ridiculously good fashion.

But he just stands there handsoming even harder than I could dare...
Even if I were wearing my pair of Prada underwear.

So I turn up my nose and ''hmmph'' out loud,
then handsome off to a less fashionable crowd.

''Oh, what success I've found,'' I say in more of a murmer.
Then handsome away to be handsome further.

This sounds egoistical, but it's just meant to be taken lightly :)
#life   #funny   #handsome   #ego  
with the handsome devils
Jun 12      Jun 12

I have missed
out on the thrills
of being a soft place
between a rock
and a hard place
which is a bad boy

I was afraid
of becoming a toy
a welcome mat,
stepped on repeatedly
covered in dirt
and worthlessness

because of fear
I found myself
held hostage to boring love
with good guys
who in the end
only proved
to be ugly lies

which led
to my beautiful cries
in the end,
I should have taken my chances
with the handsome devils
who were at least good at dancing!

Never would have believed good guys could break hearts. Guess they were never good from the very start.
#dance   #good   #bad   #devils   #boys   #handsome  
Handsome is not your dancing eyes
Sharina Saad

Handsome is not your dancing eyes
when you smiles
Handsome is not your sunny face
or your well built muscle
I have never been wrong..
in defining handsome
handsome is not your flesh
not your looks
but a little bit lower than your abdomen
Look down...
Its your fat wallet
in your pocket...
Thats handsome...

hey handsome with african features that brought me h
taijarea darius
Jul 10, 2013

hey handsome with african features that brought me home
i used you for what its worth. hearts that never twined togather
kissing you was a pleasure of mine. growing weak with every moment
loving you never experienced. sex with you was me comparing
hey handsome with african features that brought me home
confused wanting to trust, love.  as i try to let go only pushed you further
we held each other hostage that night your hands touched my soul
hey handsome with african features that brought me home
its good bye for now until the stars line up and you are found

Who is that? Oh just another dreamboat sailing away...
The third time isn't always charming

You're as
as a

And I'm
shallow enough
to still
fuck you.

But I saw a handsome mystery.
Angelique Paolucci
Angelique Paolucci
Jul 12, 2013      Jul 13, 2013

You were magnificent.
Everyone saw danger in
Black jeans with ink black boots
But I saw a handsome mystery.

People said that you were begging
For trouble and that you were
Going no where fast.

My friends said that you would break my heart
And lead me down a path that
Ended in a not so nice place.

You were my first love.
I remember the smell of
Cigarettes and alcohol clinging to you.

You were my first drug.
I injected myself with your presence
And gulped down your lies
Like the cheap beer we bought.

One midnight I creeped out
To meet you at that bar
Where no one in their right mind
Would go.

Smoke was heavy in the air
And sex was going on in dark corners.
Alcohol flowed freely and showed no sign of stopping.
It was there that we kissed.

Two turbulent years later
We had moved up to that section of the woods
Where people got high.
You stared at the stars but
You seemed to see through them.

It was there that I said,
"I love you."
Those little words danced on the wind
And quietly entered your ear.

At first you didn't do anything
Then you slowly moved your face
Towards mine.

The moonlight shone down and
The stars were on fire,
They were so bright.

You stared at me.
No, through me.
In that moment I realized something.

Everyone was right.
You were trouble,
On the fast track to no where,
And danger in black jeans.

My heart shattered to pieces.
I left you
And that dark path that you led me down.

Even now as I lay in bed,
Aching for your touch
I regret nothing.

You are still magnificent.
My drug in black jeans with matching boots.
My handsome,

The Kat
The Kat
Feb 23

He's a clean-cut all American California boy.
His tan seems to last all year
His laugh makes angles turn their heads
He makes me want to melt into a puddle on the floor
the way he sticks out his tongue when he makes a goal, basket, or touch-down
Is it cliché to fall in love with one of the most popular kid in school
when I'm the one of the weirdest

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