I refuse to continue writing poems about boys who didn't love me back. I painted them in beautiful colors Wrote their names in the stars And spoke them into eternity. But they were only fleeting shadows An untouchable mist Trying to fill me with empty words And broken promises. I will no longer bathe these boys with beauty They don't deserve my pretty words And beautiful promises. I will no longer speak these boys into the brightest stars And paint them in glorious light. They are merely shadows Hiding in a dark alley Refusing to show their faces Only shouting empty words into the void Trying to catch a pretty girl off guard. Maybe one day a boy will deserve such words. But for now, I will be saving my beautiful words For beautiful people.
Tell me about the moment you fell in love. Tell me how the room grew quiet How all you could see was her. Tell me the way you melted at the sight of her. Tell me how your heart leapt to your throat The first time she smiled in your direction. Tell me how even on your darkest days She is your shining light. Tell me how you love her And only her. Tell me. And I will tell you how I feel the same way About you.
We met in a rainstorm Our eyes full of rain And hope. We scrunched together Our pace almost matching. We laughed at the puddles The thunder And the lightening. Their power could not compare To the storm that was brewing between us. The rain was cold But the fire inside our souls Burned so bright It kept us warm And lit the way. I could have gotten lost In your gaze Your smile Your laugh. But instead we walked on. Trudging through puddles Our eyes never meeting Our shoulders barely brushing But our souls already intertwined.
Open mouths, shut jaws Trembling hands with strong wrists Gut wrenching, butterflies dead Restless nights, early mornings Love gone, not forgotten Eyes burning, but tears drying.
I can never seem to form the right words To tell you how I feel about you You take my breath away And my words escape me To put it simply My heart aches for you
I can’t explain how I feel about you But I will spend the rest of my life writing poems to you If that means you will be mine.