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11:11PM
wishes
sent to the heavens
like love letters.
"bitter," she said.
i never really
knew what she meant
but
i was too afraid
to tell her
that whenever i close my eyes
to pray,
or to hope for today,
she replaces
every last piece of you.
and yes, she'll eventually be
my heartbreak,
too.
i don't mind that.
i don't mind that at all.
#hoursofthedayseries
When we make love,
her tongue recites
and brings to life
the sweetest of poetry
between my thighs,
just below my hips,
stumbling beautifully
from her cherry red lips.
not even the hardest rain can stop
the fire you started in my chest,                                                    
the burning desire consumes me
until i become
the smoke impregnating in your skin

you eyes haunt me in the middle of the night
my pen is blocked, my thoughts have gone blind
your voice, your touch-
permanent tattoos always reminding me
how in this sick world
you are the remedy for my being.

your fingers dancing on my body
melt my skin
i become
one with the sky and one with the ground,
you are the infinite
and I
just an earthling
coming back to live
everytime you kiss me

we had many addictions,
but i gave up them all
i am only addicted to your lips,
your insanity is the only place i want to live in
i want to become you and you to become me
i want to feel your taste

so kiss me, hold me
let me get lost under your skin
for forever

let me be your ******
Give me the kind of love where my cheeks hurt from smiling to much
the kind of love when time is irrelevant
where my heart feels like it wants to leap out  and in its efforts pounds against my chest
give me 2am on Tuesday just because
Give me the kind of love where your kisses send shivers down my back and your hands follow suit
send my cheeks blushing
call me so you can hear my laugh cause your favorite song just doesnt do it anymore
i want to memorize the spectrum of your eyes
take me dancing in your living room with the lights on because i dont want to miss a moment of seeing you
Give me the kind of love that makes me smile when no one is around
dress up just to dress down
watch tv with me even though my team is winning
give me friday nights and sunday mornings
Give me the kind of love that covers my skin in goosebumps when i think of you
i love, love.
this still feels unfinished ahhh
I doubt it could have been good
It smelled like fruit set on fire
With a crunch I don’t think was intended
And the conflicting taste had me unsure what I was eating

But love is a strong flavor
That makes burnt air smell like vanilla
Ashes taste like cinnamon
And make me say “I love it”
-
I find myself in pieces
Scattered across
Beautiful landscapes
Cities,
Countries embedded in her skin
Entire
Continents pooling in her pores

Kisses splashed across
Red raw lips
Starved of affection

Her name hammering against my chest
My heart wandering lost
Clasped firmly
In the soft touch of her fingertips at 3 in the morning
The bitter sound of her goodbye
Shattering my rib cage

What a lesson it is
To learn that love does not simply end
It is us that grow tired and weary


What an honour it had been
To leave a fragment of myself in her smile. **To leave a small fire burning in the darkest corner of her soul.
I know it's hard to touch the clouds
when memories
hold you down
I know you cry a lot inside
when no one is
around
I know it is hard to wake up
sometimes
when breathing cuts so deep.

and the birds, they sing
but
you cannot hear
and the sun, it shines
but
you cannot see
and there's a lot of warmth around
but
you cannot feel.

I know it feels so hard
to live
with so many scars

but

light will shine and you will
see
and birds will sing and
you will hear

It's just a dark path
you have to walk
and I will be there
to walk along
don't hold your breath
don't give up yet
just
keep your hope
and you'll find one day
that you can fly again
for you deserve
the highest clouds
the purest air
the deepest love.

and I'll be here for you,
you, dear soul,
the sweetest lyric
of them all.
for lyric, <3

https://soundcloud.com/aeerdnaloony/for-you
how cold this night is,
am I falling from your grace?
ice grazes my heart.
My mind spelled your name
with such intimacy
that I craved for the lips
between your legs
at two o' clock in the morning,
with sweat running down my spine.

And I know that my name
orchestrates the symphony
under your sheets
whenever you're alone
on a Sunday afternoon.

I guess we can call it even.
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