I tell you
"I love you"
You tell me
"I love you too
And I want you"
Then you hug me
And your lips meet mine
You take me to your place
We spend a night together
I lay my head on your chest
And you me sleep, safe and sound
Next day I wake up, and realize
It is just another Lucid Dreaming
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
I know a Riddle
It is short, and simple
But is also hard to solve
I've sailed in the sea of thoughts for nights
I've wandered to the land of minds so far
Still, I didn't get the answer
So I am now here
Seeking help to find the answer
I know a Riddle
This thing has no strings attached,
but has feelings within
I know a Riddle
What is it called when you are more than friends
but less than a couple?
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
I am like a sentence
and you're the full stop
No matter how long the sentence is,
it does not complete
without a full stop
You complete me
Full stop
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 8:15 AM UTC
Daddy,
there's a someone on my window
his eyes are red
and his stare is deadly
Daddy,
he said you don't love me
he said he's going to **** me
it's not true, right, Daddy?
Daddy,
he brings a dagger
and he's about to get in
Help! Daddy! Help!
Daddy,
he's on my door
and he looks like you
Wait
Daddy,
is that you?
Daddy!!!
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 2:39 PM UTC
Mind
is my favourite toy
Yours,
is the most favourite
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC
Hi
How are you?
I miss you
I'm waiting for you
Come here, let me hug you
Let me kiss your pain away
Don't cry, please
You're not alone, I'm here for you
Hey
Smile, you!
You're the brightest when you smile
You should try to smile more often, promise me?
I miss how hold my hand
I miss how you kiss my lips, take my breath away
I miss the pecks on my forehead
I miss your warm hugs
Hey
I miss you
I still love you
But you'll never know
Because all these words are just
- things I wish I could tell you
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
I'd rather be kissed on my lips
than on my forehead
When you kiss my lips,
you only kiss the physical part of me
But if you kiss my forehead,
you kiss my soul aswell
and it's kind of addictive
But uh-oh
You kissed my forehead more than once
Now, how can I forget you?
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
Psychologists say
writing poetry help to heal broken heart
Therefore I write
I prove them wrong
Because the more I write
the more I am reminded of you
and it breaks my heart
into dust
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC
All the boys that once lived in my heart,
they made bruises
and bruises gone
But you
made a wound
and wound however
leave scar
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC
My mother told me
that drugs and alcohol
are dangerous and lethal
I must avoid them
But she never told me that
a bad guy dressed in suit
and act like a gentleman
is another lethal thing
I can't avoid him
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 2:52 PM UTC