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nymphet Dec 2013
Your fingertips on my skin make me feel beautiful
Laying together, ****, I never felt so pretty
Holding me close, your warmth against my skin, I am so safe
Your words sticking in my brain like magnets to a fridge
Only attracting my heart closer to yours
I believe every word you say like a naive child
But I am not afraid, for you are my angel
You have drawn me out of the dark and into the pale moonlight
Children of the Universe, we are
There for one another, connected at the souls
Bond by our fates and desire
I need you so much
Not like a how an animal needs food,
But how the moon needs the sun
nymphet Nov 2013
writing poetry for boys is silly
but you aren't just a boy
you are so much more

your smokey cigarette breath kisses
they keep me coming back for more
and more and more

those endlessly deep eyes of yours
blue one day, grey the next
i let myself fall into them
it's impossible to prevent it, but i don't even want to

i've been falling for you
and falling for you and falling for you
for two years now

to be yours at last
not his, but yours
happiness will be real now, not faked

draw me in deeper and deeper
sly boy
for now i am yours
nymphet Nov 2013
heartbreak and heartache
ex bestfriend, ex boyfriend
both pouring the salt in my always fresh wounds
keeping me awake awake awake all night long
until i drag myself out of bed to get to school
only to be twice as miserable as i am at night
thank you, i give you both a round of applause
for leading me on for so long
for tricking my head, for tricking my heart
good job
nymphet Nov 2013
let me crawl into the vastness of your soul
i am tired
.
i want to nap with your deepest thoughts
i am worn out
.
let me curl up with your darkest secrets
i am exhausted
.
i want to lay myself into your curves and nooks
i am drained
.
let me caress your damaged heart
i am fatigued
.
i want to nestle your bruises
i am sleepy
.
let me burrow into your lungs with all that smoke
i am stale
.
i want to kiss your agony
i am empty

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