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you are a summer night

the way you keep me up

so hot the sheets stick to me

i have to open the windows,

take off all my clothes

morning comes and i still

feel you on my skin
Delicate Daisies Dec 2014
My face did not flourish with beauty
Not spoiled with glamour
My eyes told truth
While my mouth told lies

My heart beat was off
Always crashing down like a glowing white avalanche
Thumping like the drummer boy
On Christmas

My body did not spring up
Like a flower on a spring day
It wasn't a creamy color
Like the coffee you make on early Sunday mornings

I hair frail like a old women's bone
Not soft like criminson blood colored velevt rapped around a neck
Thick like a very hot humid summer day
Tangled like your Christmas lights in the basement

But I loved him more then tide who always came back to kiss the sand
More then the kite who effortlessly tried to reach the sky
Then the flower who designed its self in vivid bright colors
So the bees could find there way

Maybe I am the sun who rises every morning to just find the moon has left
12/12/14 11:51 am
Delicate Daisies Dec 2014
Lost in your mind
Your thoughts should be more kind
You are beautiful
You are amazing  
Don't deny
Open up your heart
And see yourself
As I see you,
Beautiful.

(k[r])
12/12/14 11:27 am
  Dec 2014 Delicate Daisies
Natalie
do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.
Delicate Daisies Dec 2014
Your crystal blue eyes
I ask myself why did I even try?
To make you mine
I thought your love I could acquire
My hearts only desire
Drowning my lungs in nicotine
Passing out from morphine
Just wish you could lean in and kiss me
But you'll never miss me
Like the sun tries to reach over the horizon
Just to awake to the moon gone

(k[r])
12/12/14 9:18 am
Delicate Daisies Dec 2014
The wind blows back your hair
--
The snow flakes land upon your lips
--
I whispered "I love Christmas"
--
I kiss your lips
--
They drown my sorrows
--
My heart you can more than borrow

(k[r])
First poem. 12/10/14  9:33 am

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