Swallowed in a world of confusion
A short sharp shock of panic
Followed promptly by unnatural calm
Reassuring words and calming movements
That is my role for the occasion
The calm is struck crashing to the ground
To be replaced by gut wrenching worry
But the words and movements must continue
I cannot forget my part
Hours pass in contrasting worry and external calm
Finally at the summit of the worry
A shining beacon of light
My heavy heart heaves in delighted convulsions
Bluish grey and beautiful
Both worry and calm are eclipsed by joy
You have made your entrance
You have made your mark
You bend the laws of the world
Tying the moon even tighter to beautiful earth
And I will never be the same again
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 7:13 PM UTC
The most **** thing about a guy has nothing to do with his clothes, hair or eye colour.
It's in the way he looks at you with longing, when you finally find out he wants you just as badly as you want him.
When he pulls you so close to him that there is literally no space between you, because he can't stand the thought of there being any.
When he kisses you, so that it feels as if he is stealing the air from your lungs, and for those few seconds you forget what air even is.
When all thoughts go out the window and its just him, with you,in the most simple way possible.
Now that is the definition of ****
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 6:53 PM UTC
My little tiny bundle of joy,
Oh how sweetly you sleep,
Such innocence present on your face,
Oh how I wish I could sleep so soundly,
Not a worry, just for milk.
Not a worry, just someone to change you.
Oh how quickly you go from laughing to crying.
Oh, how confusing it can be.
Especially when you multitask,
Doing both simultaneously.
I love you so much forever and always.
Please never stop being my bundle of joy.
I'll always be here for you,
Whenever unconditional love is needed.
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 6:42 PM UTC