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  Mar 2016 Emilie
Poetic Artiste
They'll write journeys of you,
within the depths of their eyes,
They'll think of you often,
and remember all times,
They'll paint passion,
with the sweep of their pen,
They'll feel deep, evocative spirits,
when voices relay what silk sheets have penned,
They'll tell of your kisses,
how they taste sweeter than wine,
They’ll tell of lips soft as clouds,
And tongues passionately sword fighting,
They'll speak of your flaws,
as if they are perfection,
They'll walk you into new worlds,
and seize hold of your heart,
They'll scribe their innermost desires between lines,
and grasp onto your soul,
They'll tell of your softness,
and how your skin favors silk,
They'll tell of your scent,
sweet and inviting,
They'll tell of your taste,
as tongues beg for nectar,
They'll speak of faith,
and the linking of two beings,
Fall in love with a Poet,
to be loved endlessly.
Fall in love with me and I will never let you forget that you are loved.
  Mar 2016 Emilie
katie waker
shes a freak
everyone calls her that
dares to be different
doesn't tow the line
so she’s a freak
dresses like no one else
talks a cool lingo
she simply dares
it bothers others
she’s nothing like them
you know, those "normal" ones
so she’s a freak
  Mar 2016 Emilie
Beinghonest
He sat there and stared at her,
Not in a creepy way -
She just made him think, that's all,
Think about why the kind of love he wanted seemed to be strange...for a teenager.

You see,
Everyone his age makes it sound like you only date a girl to get blow jobs and **** her and have ***.
That's all they talk about,
And also making out and groping ***** and ***.

But to him,
Love isn't that,
Love is cuddling,
Holding your girl close and telling her she's beautiful,
Love is trying to make her laugh and turning down every compliment she gives you with, "Don't forget that I'm also very stupid."
Love is never letting her leave you without telling her you love her.
Love is taking walks and holding hands,
And whispering thoughts and kisses on the cheek.
Love is being innocent 90% of the time, but using your other head 10% of the time.
To him,
That's what love is - contradictory to the opinions of all his peers.

That girl he's staring at,
He loves her,
He doesn't imagine getting a ******* or ******* from her,
He can't - but it's not like he'd turn her down if she wanted to -
He can't imagine having *** with her,
He's too scared of pressuring her into doing it if she doesn't want to...
The kind of love that his heart beats for is the innocent kind,
The one where cute little memories are made,
Where there's less kissing and ******* and more talking and laughing and heart-to-heart's,
The kind of love he wants seems to be weird for a teenage boy,
So he stares at her,
Wondering if she would like a guy like him -
That's just him and love,
Love makes him weird...
His kind of love is weird.

*Is that the kind of love she wants?
It's funny how it's so much easier to use "he"  instead of "I"  xD

-just being honest
Emilie Mar 2016
•Crazy
•Love
•Passion
•Mind
•Lightning
•Water
•Sunshine
•rain
•Wi­nter
•Fall
•Summer
•Spring
~E.J.W~
list of life ❤
Emilie Mar 2016
...
A smile generated by one thousand battery watts,
- Eyes as deep as the North Pacific Ocean which shine brighter than the North star.

- A mouth that blurts out words of authenticity and realism,
- A body sculpted by precise calculations,
- Freckles splattered on his face ranging from the size of Mars to to the size of Pluto.

- A mind absorbed in philosophical thoughts and the idea of love,
- Passion strikes his heart like a train racing on the tracks at the pace of a million miles per hour
~E.J.W~
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