Her lips often leave a mark
on my cheeks, or in the shoulders
of my white-clean-shirt,
and I like it, dearly much..
but could I have it
in my lips instead?...
-ManInBlack
May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 8:29 PM UTC
Every night I could see her smile,
in the bright stars, once in a while
On the good days, I think of it
by the windows, every bit
On my lonely rides, to the city
in pink skies, above me
She looks like a blooming spring,
or snow of a cold-cold winter
like a dream, the prettiest
I've ever seen...
-ManInBlack /tulip/
May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 12:59 AM UTC
I am a man made of-
tragic love stories
of those that never last,
and of those that never was
the sad love, quietly burning,
beautiful and forever yearning...
-ManInBlack
May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 12:39 AM UTC
You’re a flower I cannot pick,
a love so unrequited,
it makes me feel so sick
I can only look at you
and admire you from a distance,
living through my eyes, only by a glance
To see you is enough to make my day,
oh what a lovely thought,
your beauty, its more than I can say
You’re a pretty-pretty flower,
an everlasting one,
an unrequited love,
burning like the sun...
-ManInBlack
May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 12:37 AM UTC
You and the moon
are very much alike,
Like the moon,
I have always thought
of you at midnights
Like the moon,
I have always wondered
what’s beneath your surface
Like the moon,
I have always been
captivated by your beauty
Like the moon,
a being of solace
in all of your phases
Like the moon,
in a deep-deep night
you’re the blooming light..
-ManInBlack
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 9:47 PM UTC