A love for one, became for many and every woman.... i loved; i didn't lie about it.

I love how confident and expressive I am becoming but sometimes wish I can be numb again.

It's a poem of security. Living a life where you are surrounded by people but you only want to hear one voice. A voice that is truth to you, a love that stands out.

The imagery is about a breakup trying to find closure but the other side of the relationship is already beginning to forget you.

This poem is based off the idea of fighting depression and any ideas of death taking over your mind. Finding the good in life and to remember to breathe. Death and depression will always be there, but you are strong enough to fight it and succeed.

For more context, the image of a scythe never being dry is because death/depression are always around.

Not everything needs an answer.

Couldn't put a definite description, but it's about sometimes spacing out and thinking too much of the past that you can forget to just breathe. Sometimes finding solace is breathing in and moving on.

Sometimes in the darkest of hours or even at random, memories seem to change the tone of thinking. Yet, we can deal with them any we'd like. I enjoy the memories that remind me I'm cared for.

The poem is about false hopes and love. They have no effect sometimes, but are memorable.

The mind wakes up memories before you sleep and sometimes it's of old romances

The first line is the title. Had a hard time deciding if I should name it that or reflect that. It's about exchanging hope/dream for a cheap one and it becoming plain, not real or enjoyable.

It really ***** being ignored while being in the presence of a conversation.

Recently being single had felt like a curse because people around me are becoming couples. I'm just missing that feeling and need to calm down.

Just being a hopeless romantic. Making scenarios and making poetry over someone else's work.

It's hard doing things alone, though things get done it's not always fun and sometimes finding fault in others is our own fault.

Couldn't think of a name, perhaps you can help me out. It's been a minute since I've written and I love them both separately yet together. Made them within 3 hours of each other!

It;s about a girl's smile

The person I began to love is no longer who I want to be with.

Memories I had of the girl I recently confessed my feelings to.

Happy.

People sometimes want the good of you and then let you wither. Sometimes you just need to step back and be alone. It is not the best feeling when no one seeks to be with you alone. Being sought is amazing.

Had to express what I thought I feel, but my body hasn't expressed it yet.

The first line is my most favorite.

I feel like i can feel again.  I am becoming more honest with people and more importantly myself. I'm loving it!

Made it up. Don't think it makes sense, just typed it up as it went.

At the beach, relaxing and unwinding.

Been a while since I've written something

Estoy practicando escribiendo mis poesías en Español. Espero que les gusten.