in and out of the rain
in and out of the red
up and over your shoulders
out and under my hips
kiss me like i'm the sweetest
thing on earth
touch me like you're
not afraid to break me
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 3:39 AM UTC
I wish you're
With me,
To hold my hand.
It all became a dream
When you pulled your hand
Going away from me.
I wish you're
With me,
To wipe my tears.
Oh...,I forgot
You're only the sole
Reason for my cries.
I wish you're
With me,
To make me laugh.
And you there took
My smile along
With you.
I wish you're
With me..........
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 1:55 AM UTC
I get
sad because
you are and I am
over over
there here
when we should
be together
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 11:50 PM UTC
i am by no means a morning person
but it was 6 a.m.
the sun wasnt even up yet
and you came rushing into my head
i couldnt help but smile uncontrollably
and im not one to rush things
but now i think the mornings might not be so bad
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 11:44 PM UTC
when she was eight years old
she
asked her mother
have you seen the girl with
lashes like butterflies against sharp cheekbone branches?
a dandelion sprouting from sludge covered gutters and streets
streets, where you feel that bitter bland nothingness in your stomach
it feels buttery to stare at her:
see how snow outstretches arms and twirls tippy toes, envies her grace
see how balloon sized raindrops pop, target the freckles on her arm
see how her forehead crinkles when she concentrates, nothing more than a beacon
proclaiming she trickles with stars
when she was eight years old
her parent's violent protests slipped bruises under her skin like pennies in a coin slot
but they could not contain the celestial girl tucked under her ribcage.
she would still look at her like she was the breakfast sun on a saturday
whistling by the creak, catching glimpses of dresses from behind the legs of trees.
see how this is special love, sweet as strawberry fields under soft sun
they would never feel on their forked, sour tongues
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 11:02 PM UTC
the last thing I tasted
was chocolate chip cookies
as you pulled away
giggling
and leaving my lips
tingling
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 10:52 PM UTC
#*Your hair stills heart's rhythmic meter
For this I wish forever
Strands spun with goddess gossamer;
softer than touch of mother
Your eyes dazzle with no glitter
For this I stare o're yonder
Locking jewels with coins of others;
Leaves throbbing chests emptier
Your form flows as gentle rivers
For this I grudge past swimmers
Glory bequeathed to the winner;
drown will the losing suitors
Your voice humbles angel choirs
For this I listen eager
Songs molding seraphs from satyrs;
in harmony with nature
Your being stirs wildfire
For this I bear the pleasure
Ethereal flames dance together;
fueled by spiritual tethers
You are my love light of summer
For this I waded winter
Glowing 'bove, spring was made greener;
blooming nascent desire*#
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 10:49 PM UTC