Secret Poet

Secret Poet Sep 2015

Metaphor

You're not in love until you want someone as bad as you want to breathe, but what if you're not sure about breathing?

I really want a cat

Secret Poet Sep 2015

Afterlife

Just another depressed soul wandering around and I'm in desperate need of another one like me.

I've been very inactive with school and all :(

Secret Poet Sep 2015

Falling for You

Take my hand in your darkest hour,
I swear we'll break on through.
I can't help but fall for you,
when I lie down in your arms.

Rough

Secret Poet Sep 2015

Blue Eyes

Your eyes are as blue as the deepest parts of the ocean, and I know the only thing you like about yourself is your eyes, but baby you are so much more than just a color.

I miss you.

Sep 2015

Amelia Pearl

Your beauty.

You're beautiful in a way that makes other people want to look like you.
You're beautiful in a way that makes men, better yet women fall in love with you.

You have that kind of beauty that makes people stop on their tracks just to make sure they have your image engraved in their minds for awhile.

Your beauty makes someone's tears dry,
Your beauty makes the sun come up in a person's life,
Your beauty waters the seed that's in people's hearts, helping it grow into a flower.

Even this, your beauty does have it's flaws.
Your beauty is clumsy,
Your beauty is confused,
Your beauty overflows its mind with thoughts of sadness and heart with sorrow

Beyond your low self-esteem,You're beautiful in so many ways.
Be it physical or not,
You're beautiful in ways that I cannot explain,
In ways that I never knew before.
You're beautiful in ways that you, yourself don't understand.

I can assure you, that you are beautiful.
And not anyone or even you can tell me otherwise.

#poem #beautiful #romance #assurement

Secret Poet Sep 2015

Love?

I was so sad that the word sad couldn't even begin to describe me anymore
I let you become my happiness and that's where I went wrong, every living creature on earth dies alone.

I haven't posted anything in so long..
I have written so much though.

#love

Secret Poet Aug 2015

"I can't Paint"

I used to dream in back and white before you came and handed me a brush.

My canvas was always white for I told myself that I couldn't paint.

You told me that I was blind and that I wasn't who I set myself to be.

I used to dream in black in white until you showed me who I am.

Rough

#art