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helenahi
those three little words i said them first you were so nervous that it almost hurt you kissed my lips and caressed my thighs for a second I thought saw our future in your light brown eyes you started slow and then picked up the pace i felt a smile creep on to my face i loved you then and I love you now baby I can’t wait to see you tomorrow
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May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 1:29 AM UTC
Three little words
It’s 4am and I’m grasping for your fingertips and hoping to reach your blonde ringlets and I wake up in a cold sweat because last night I had to text you that I love you instead of you whispering it in my ear and giving me goosebumps because those are the last words that you say to me every single night and I know that I’ll have you again tomorrow but right now that just seems too far away
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Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 7:16 PM UTC
Waking up in the middle of the night without you 4/16/19
I dreamt of you and tried to will myself back to sleep just to see how it end up I would have glued my eyes shut I would have glued my eyes shut just for one more look at you and me together I fell in love with you I fell in love with you when you were just my friend and all I’ve ever wanted was for you to love me too
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Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 1:56 PM UTC
I dreamt of you
the thing about wishes is that if you tell anyone they won’t come true but I have waited a few months and I need to tell you that I wished for you in every eye lash and fountain and rainbow and shooting star and the thing is that they are coming true
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Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 1:36 AM UTC
Untitled
do you remember the day that you realized that you’re hopelessly in love with your best friend?
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 3:04 PM UTC
CB
did you know that even just holding your hand makes me feel like I’m holding the world? or that I skinned my knees when I fell so hard and so fast for you? but you dusted them off and helped them heal and oh my god I am so In love with you
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Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 10:12 PM UTC
Untitled
you wake up his hair is spilled across the pillow, the sun slants across his cheekbone and his breath is slow and even. he smells like an open field and his body is wrapped around yours so he keeps you warm. you think, there is no moment better than this, that he is too perfect to exist. but you wake up gasping, skin soaked in sweat. you lie there for a long time, in your completely empty bed.
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Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC
the absence of color