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Delaney Nov 2019
Her smile makes my heart melt
Her laugh is the most beautiful
Sound I have ever heard
I dream of playing with her
Soft, chocolate brown hair
And cuddling her in my bed
Her body curves like a river flowing
Her tan skin is soft and smooth
In the warm sunlight
Her strong legs hold up her beautiful figure
She looks at me in the most perfect way
I almost think she understands me
I almost think she loves me
I remember holding her smooth hand
As I pulled her through the crowd
I dream of holding it again
I imagine kissing her lips,
Softly, slowly, gently, with a hint of surprise
I want to rest her face in my hand
And stroke her hair as I tell her
How much I love her
How much I have always loved her
In my mind, I hold her gently in my arms
I play with her hair
I stroke her cheek
I softly kiss her neck and she shivers
I whisper in her ear, “You are my everything.”
She laughs and kisses my breath away
She doesn’t understand that I mean it
Delaney May 2019
Joy is the bittersweetness of life.
Knowing something so beautiful
Will be gone so soon.
Lovely yet terrifying.
Peaceful yet heart wrenching.
I savor the taste of your lips on mine.
Your breath in my ear as
My fingers tickle your neck,
Like dandelion tufts
Barely catching the wind.
You whisper my name as I breath in
Your smell of pine cones and rosemary.
A bubble pops every time I
Become more woman and less child.
We sway to the music of our souls,
Dancing a legato waltz for
The first and last time.
You laugh as the summer breeze
Pulls my dress up my legs.
My mind is a beautiful inferno
As you perform magic I have never seen.
I feel beautiful until you are gone.
I feel empty until you come back.
My soul is no longer independent
Of it’s soulmate, and I cannot tell
If I am drunk on happiness.
You have become my home.
A bubble pops.
Your lips taste like womanhood
And I feel beautiful.
Delaney Nov 2018
There is this girl;
She is beautiful in so
Many ways I can’t explain.
Her hair falls to one side
And her sparkling eyes
Leave me star struck;
I can’t tell what color they are.
Her lips are perfect,
Her skin leaves me breathless,
Her smile feels like
Bubbles in my chest.
And with these puzzle pieces
Standing, there is something
That I just can’t pin point.
Her being as a whole
Is everything I’ve ever wanted
In my life.
I crave the feeling of
Being around her;
Every waking moment,
I think of her.
I dream of kissing her lips,
Tasting her so close to me,
Dripping like sweet honey.
Watching her smile
As I pull away.
I dream of looking into her eyes,
Watching her stare at me
The same way I stare at her.
I think I am in love,
But I’m not sure what
Love feels like.
Maybe this will be gone tomorrow.
Delaney Nov 2018
Will I always be stuck
In the in-between?
In between happiness
And rock-bottom.
Some sort of melancholy that
Time doesn’t know how to heal.
It feels as though I am always
Stuck on the outside,
Like there is a glass wall,
And my screams are never heard.
What they see is silence
When the bones inside me rot.
The bugs crawl in my mouth
And I tell them,
“Eat me. Maybe then,
They will notice what it looks like
To hurt.” Maybe then,
They will see the true face of pain.
Mother Nature will open
Her windows for me,
Prop the door with
A gold-plated wedge.
“Come,” she will say,
“Be with me and the birds
As they eat away your physicality.
Then your truth will be what is left,
And I will let your soul
Cry in my arms,
When they see
What they have created.”
I look up at the sky.
It is raining,
Wolves and mountain lions
Pouring down like lemonade
On a summer’s day.
“Thank you,” I whisper,
As I melt away into the earth
And become the rot
I was meant to be
From the beginning.
Delaney Oct 2018
Tan skin,
Curly hair,
Tight.
Like a spring waiting to be sprung
To you,
She is exotic.
You want to reap her benefits
Without paying the parting tax.
To you,
God is a woman.
If God was not worshipped
But demanded from,
If God,
Was not loved,
But craved in an ugly violence.
For fun,
You slam her thighs
Against bathroom counters
At Josh’s house!
Josh is your best bud,
And drunk Josh
Likes to do things to girls.
With you.
Tan skin,
Curly hair,
Loosened. By your fingers.
Are those hickeys? On her neck?
No,
That’s just where you grabbed her.
Your beautiful, exotic girl,
Give her a rag to bite on,
While you make her insides squirm.
In the bathroom,
The smell of ***** as your
Fingers pull her curls
Straight.
Huh, not so exotic anymore.
Delaney Jul 2018
Summer reminds you of roller coasters
Summer reminds me of snuggles in bed

Autumn reminds you of back-to-it-all
Autumn reminds me of whistling winds

You are the blue waves crashing on the shore
I am the rolling sea foam aftermath

You like getting sky-high crazy at night
I dream of peaceful star gazing with friends

Excitement helps you feel alive, beautiful
You amuse me, your need for constant light

I will run under a high way with you
We can go fly kites and break rules for fun

But when we come home, join me on the couch
I’ll fall asleep on your chest in the spring
Delaney Jul 2018
I remember the sea foam.
I remember looking up and
Only seeing white substance above my head.
My lungs screamed for air as
The water pushed me under.
I remember calling your name,
Sobbing and yelling for help,
As a wave crashed over me
And the tears on my face were
Washed away by the ocean.
I opened my eyes in the water only
To feel my lungs burn again.
I panted, you waded, over to
The mess that was me.
It felt like I was going to die.
I screamed,
You waded,
I swam,
You fought to come closer.
Our fingertips inches away
As a wave pushed me deeper
Into the sand.
I came up and you grabbed my hand,
Pulling me out of the riptide.
The water came up to my neck
But your strong arms pulled me
Into the shallow parts of the sea.
Your hand still holding mine
As we dove beneath the waves
To escape.
Your eyes were icy blue,
The blue of the sea was less cold,
And you saved me.
Why is it,
That painful memories,
Can make you fall in love all over again?
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