harley-raeWhisper

American
Sort
4/10While in my presence you think of a ridiculous photo of me, / I, however, when in your company I think of / How soft your lips are and
23
Apr 11, 2013
5:48 am. Tuesday morning sadness.I am so tired of loving and not being able to show it. / I am so tired of being loved and not feeling it. / I am so tired of saying, “I’m doing alright, how about you?”
18
Feb 19, 2013
ATuesday morning, laying in bed / You've left me alone again / Rotting in a grave of the love we made,
19
Apr 11, 2013
BreatheBreathe. / Breathe. / Breathe.
9
Feb 19, 2013
Cheap cigarettes and perfume"Your hair smells so good", you sighed, as I covered your face in a veil of my faded chocolate brown locks. The scent was Juicy Couture and cheap cigarettes / It was a smell hard to enjoy by most, yet you had an easy smile on your face as I shifted my weight around to tickle your face with my hair. I sat straddling your hips and hovering over your small torso; admiring things about your face most don't notice and only finding beauty in each imperfection. / You told me you loved the way I smelled after I questioned your adoration for my scent. You revealed that you enjoyed wearing a sweater I had borrowed from you simply because it smelled of me; and that you were saddened when it was soiled.
13
Feb 19, 2013
Hope For The DayI sat in the dining room of my home, watching the sun rise and letting it's warmth pour over me through the window. / I listened to Edith Piaf sing beautiful love songs to me as I drank my coffee black and smoked too many harsh cigarettes waiting for words to come to me. / I sat for a while watching the shy sun peek over the towering trees in the horizon, letting it inspire me and fill me with irrevocable and overwhelming hope for the day.
9
Feb 19, 2013
January, the 21st.His skin smelled of fire and his lips tasted of sweet honey and harsh tobacco; / his hot breath on my neck sent messages on butterfly wings from my spine to my small stomach, / sending all my blood to my head, making my pale face ignite into bright crimson.
28
Feb 22, 2013
Saturday ShortThis brisk Saturday morning, / I cried. / Tears pooled in my eyes as I realized it was now
6
Feb 23, 2013
Summer DazeI need the sun and it's warm arms around me, / I need earth's sweet soil to stain my bare soles, / and soul,
22
May 18, 2013
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write