You showed me a world I thought only for the rich of life, the whole hearted and the free spirited
A place where we only spoke of bliss and lustful things
A place where the honey bees buzzed with curiosity and the blue birds flew free
A place where the tallest evergreens grew endless and the harshest winds blow with a sweet innocence
A place where stars illuminated the nights skies and moons danced around planets like dolls
We fell in love in this place, madly in love, so as soon as our perfect backdrop was wisked away
We had already realized the love we felt there, would only ever be as good as we could imagine it
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 11:41 PM UTC
It's funny how I have to tell myself I'm special just to cover up all the times youve told me im not
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 11:40 PM UTC
How is it that I can recognize your voice miles away
I know your birthday and your favorite song
Yet you'll never even know my name
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 11:40 PM UTC
I don't know what this feeling is, the one where i think about you too much, where i pick up my phone holding its you, where your laugh makes me smile
Cause it's the same feeling where i avoid eye contact as much as possible, where I'm afraid to start the conversation, where I don't wanna talk to your friends either
I want to like you I just don't know how
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 11:39 PM UTC
I am learning to love my read hair that I cut short, my blue eyes that sometimes look grey, my freckles that bloom in the summer, my left hand which I use to write, my broad shoulders and my thick thighs
I am different, I know
But I am just trying to love myself so tell me if you really have an issue with that
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 11:39 PM UTC
We all start as strangers don't you get it
I could love you just as much as i love her but we will likely never meet
I will never know your name or your favorite color or what you like to eat
Because in the end, we all start and end as strangers
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 11:38 PM UTC
He asks me why I write but to be honest I have no clue. I guess it makes me feel accomplished. My poems don't really have a message, no theme or hidden meaning, most aren't even meant to be shared. but every once in a while I write something I can me proud of. Something I wouldn't be afraid to shout from rooftops or whisper in your ear
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 11:37 PM UTC
I finally understand how someone can feel so lonely even while drowning in bodies
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 11:00 PM UTC
My definition of beauty is different than yours so why have a definition at all
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 10:59 PM UTC
We speak only of love
We speak only of times we don't remeber
Times we forever cherish
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 10:58 PM UTC