When you say, “miss you,”
I think:
You missed the chance to hold me tighter than ever,
To kiss me until you forget to breathe.
When I ask for a kiss,
Kiss me, don’t look away,
As if tomorrow will bring the same chance.
When I’m curled close,
And you’re weary from the world,
Wrap me in your arms without hesitation,
Let your strength cradle me.
Never think twice to love me when you can,
For if you don’t,
You’ll miss me…
Miss me ...…
Like fire that never cools.
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 2:53 PM UTC
Only the waves in this sea could know
How to find
The blue in my thought,
Red on my lips
Orange flames in my heart.
The one I kept hidden in my heart
Finally came to light
At first I liked being alone and wanted to be loved,
but not to love back.
Your wild eyes just arouse the flames of love...
The fire-like passion surges because of you
One of the lovers is willing to be burned to death by the flames of love
Waiting in the dark for being with you again,
An undeniable force makes me romantically inhibited.
Take my breath away..
Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 2:23 PM UTC
My heart is small. I thought I could tolerate my feelings toward anyone if I wanted to. But No, I can't. I am not that two-faced person. If I want to be myself, first I should learn not to lie to myself. I don't want to lie to my heart saying that I don't love you. I love you. I still don't know what is love or what people should do for love or how to do it fairly without hurting myself. If I love someone I truly love that person. I tell it, I express my feelings and I don't want to lose him either. But If I cannot do that, if I cannot have that warmth in his hugs, if I have to think twice before jumping into his arms... I'm just asking WHY...?
Sep 11, 2023
Sep 11, 2023 at 7:48 AM UTC
In the car, in the front seat I'm your baby.
You go fast, you go slow I don't move....
I believe in places you take me
Makes you really high on lately
I can see, I can see your eyes burning through me
I know I'm your once in a lifetime
Staring into stars, in my saggy jeans
you're fucking' mess, but I
Thanks for the high life
This is fun, things pass in Light years speed, and yes
Now I'm here with you, and
you like to think that you would stick around me
You know what? I wanted to make you think like that
The glance, the taste, the way we talk
It all comes down to write the poem of us
In a dream, the dream, You are dreaming..
Read me in anywhere 'cause I'm your open book
Grab my waist, don't waste any part
I believe that you see me for who I am
So spill any page to the floor,
Rewrite any paragraph in this chapter
Is it safe, is it safe to just be who you are?
Is it safe, is it safe to just be the way I am?
Jul 10, 2023
Jul 10, 2023 at 2:15 AM UTC
It doesn't matter you love her/him...
Do you need a boyfriend/ girlfriend to your life now ?
Mar 9, 2023
Mar 9, 2023 at 2:57 PM UTC
Layers of layers dust
It's hard to see what's behind the red
in your eyes............
Be the Open book for society
that can't ******* read...
Let them guess if it's you or someone
they're missing...
Jul 15, 2022
Jul 15, 2022 at 1:55 AM UTC
The wasted land,
Where the birds Sing,
but the people cry,
The purple city,
Burning in yellow
The cruellest month,
Which is flames mix with cold.
Sickening my mind all of a sudden.
Late winter sky is about to cry
conquer in wind,
Amber-hued, sunny and hot,
The owner of our secretes,
Hiding from our grieving eyes
Sinking in greyish blue cloud.
I found the best moment to write,
Right after melancholy moments.
From his smoothen skin to her so mean eyes,
Born something unknown desire to have,
Every touch of his, soaked in alky ash.
lets fire up that moment with unspoken truth.
Be as you always been,
Be that lover and don't be change
There was fear and the fire
With the suffused enough heart, like unbreakable
With the cried enough eyes, like compassionate
To each other, to the sea, which seems
The illusions lay before us on land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful
Neither joy, nor love,
Nor peace, nor help for pain;
Scattered the violet and blue light
Away from our eye sight
In this lonely city,
Where struggle and tenderness collide,
Swept with complex evening clouds.
Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 12:16 PM UTC
No one can be fully aware of another human being unless we love them.
By that love, we see potential in our beloved.
Through that love, we allow our beloved to see their potential. Expressing that love, our beloved's potential comes true.
Oct 11, 2021
Oct 11, 2021 at 1:55 AM UTC
She - Have you ever been heartbroken ?
Me - oh yes! Many... I easily fall in love
She - That's normal... Because you are an artist.
Me thinking about you.....................
Oct 10, 2021
Oct 10, 2021 at 1:20 PM UTC
BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under,
Cozening the pillow of a lawful kiss;
Who, therefore angry, seems to part in sunder,
Swelling on either side to want his bliss;
Between whose hills her head entombed is;
Where like a virtuous monument she lies,
To be admired of lewd unhallowed eyes.
Without the bed her other fair hand was,
On the green coverlet, whose perfect white
Showed like an April daisy on the grass,
With pearly sweat resembling dew of night.
Her eyes, like marigolds, had sheathed their light,
And canopied in darkness sweetly lay
Till they might open to adorn the day.
Her hair like golden threads played with her breath
O modest wantons, wanton modesty!
Showing life’s triumph in the map of death,
And death’s dim look in life’s mortality.
Each in her sleep themselves so beautify
As if between them twain there were no strife,
But that life lived in death, and death in life.
Her ******* like ivory globes circled with blue,
A pair of maiden worlds unconquered,
Save of their lord no bearing yoke they knew,
And him by oath they truly honored.
These worlds in Tarquin new ambition bred,
Who like a foul usurper went about
From this fair throne to heave the owner out.
What could he see but mightily he noted?
What did he note but strongly he desired?
What he beheld, on that he firmly doted,
And in his will his willful eye he tired.
With more than admiration he admired
Her azure veins, her alabaster skin,
Her coral lips, her snow-white dimpled chin.
As the grim lion fawneth o’er his prey
Sharp hunger by the conquest satisfied,
So o’er this sleeping soul doth Tarquin stay,
His rage of lust by gazing qualified;
Slacked, not suppressed; for, standing by her side,
His eye, which late this mutiny restrains,
Unto a greater uproar tempts his veins.
And they, like straggling slaves for pillage fighting,
Obdurate vassals fell exploits effecting.
In ****** death and ravishment delighting,
Nor children’s tears nor mothers’ groans respecting,
Swell in their pride, the onset still expecting.
Anon his beating heart, alarum striking,
Gives the hot charge and bids them do their liking.
His drumming heart cheers up his burning eye,
His eye commends the leading to his hand;
His hand, as proud of such a dignity,
Smoking with pride, marched on to make his stand
On her bare breast, the heart of all her land,
Whose ranks of blue veins, as his hand did scale,
Left their round turrets destitute and pale.
They, mustering to the quiet cabinet
Where their dear governess and lady lies,
Do tell her she is dreadfully beset
And fright her with confusion of their cries.
She, much amazed, breaks open her locked-up eyes,
Who, peeping forth this tumult to behold,
Are by his flaming torch dimmed and controlled.
Imagine her as one in dead of night
From forth dull sleep by dreadful fancy waking,
That thinks she hath beheld some ghastly sprite,
Whose grim aspect sets every joint a-shaking.
What terror ‘tis! but she, in worse taking,
From sleep disturbed, heedfully doth view
The sight which makes supposed terror true.
Wrapped and confounded in a thousand fears,
Like to a new-killed bird she trembling lies.
She dares not look; yet, winking, there appears
Quick-shifting antics ugly in her eyes.
Such shadows are the weak brain’s forgeries,
Who, angry that the eyes fly from their lights,
In darkness daunts them with more dreadful sights.
His hand, that yet remains upon her breast
(Rude ram, to batter such an ivory wall!)
May feel her heart (poor citizen) distressed,
Wounding itself to death, rise up and fall,
Beating her bulk, that his hand shakes withal.
This moves in him more rage and lesser pity,
To make the breach and enter this sweet city.
Sep 21, 2021
Sep 21, 2021 at 2:42 AM UTC