May 9h
i’ve noticed something i never had before

i think about you a whole lot more

like what it would be like to fall asleep

and wake up next to you

for you to kiss me and to see that

awkward smile you do so much

but that will never happen

because i will make sure it doesn’t
what a feeling, huh?
Your soft voice
Lifts my heavy heart
Your sweet face
Hinders my sour days
Three words I say
Are not just a phrase

Shona 6d
How it is possible for only the sound
of your voice to send me from
sorrowful and stressed to a calming sea,
I'm not entirely sure.
Perhaps it's the softness in which you speak,
Like the gentle breeze weaving through
the sound of the waves
Or the way you're equally as nervous.
I don't know,
But what I do know is that my calming
influence said to be given to you,
Is also bestowed from you upon me.

      — admiration.
Sun kissed
Summer glow
Beach rose
Petals spread
Beauty bestowed
For you my admire grows

Lonerblues Jul 3
I thought I was admiring.
It started off as a few glances, the almond shaped eyes, the small but yet plump bottom lip,
Random strays of baby hairs scattered in a mist.
I thought I was admiring.
It was more..
There was something that caught my eye, when I saw her in her natural state, with the tired eyes and callus yet soft finger tips.
There was this hummingbird energy that springs from her laugh,
the playful smile that’ll have anyone smiling back.
Her words were more than a passing hello, but something that entwined in your soul.
Thomas EG Jun 23
The permanence of the effect of our existence and actions terrifies me. This contemporary mood swings both ways, however. My love for love outweighs and overthrows my need for food, for sleep, for air to breathe... And you, I am in awe of... My eyes do not see anything else. My heart does not desire anything else. Forever blinded by pretty girls, my naïve eyes and thoughts are focused on you. My naïve heart beats just for you. I am way too full-on, far too all-at-once, but you admire that about me and I deeply, deeply admire you.
Clearing out my drafts
~June 2nd
Geanna Jun 20
Have you ever missed something so much,
It actually starts to hurt?

I miss the beautiful artwork I would create
on my body, the old ones are still there
But I want to create new ones

I miss painting the lovely color of
Dark red on my light brown skin
I miss the after look,
To see how far i've gone
I see the old ones and admire them
While others see them with such sad eyes

They don't understand
I don't expect them to
If only I can do it again
And again
  And again  
    And again  

To never get tired of it
My lovely artwork    
My lovely scars      
       My lovely blades  
Oh I miss you so
~ G.P.O
Lyn-Purcell Jun 4
Myths and legends I find
always have some truth
to them

And there are those who
create their own myths
and legends

That sort of immortality
shines for a special
starlit few

Who were never before
and never again
How we continue to deifying humans who become myths in the culture.
Who become icons and have an immortality that will stand the very test of time... that sort of star power is saved for the starlit few
Whose light will never be forgotten.

For me, I have a small group of celebs who fit this mould.
Be back soon!
Lyn x
Meaby Pom May 22
A wanted desire
A girl with a fire.
A passion in a kiss
A compassion I admire.
A kiss that lingers with the taste of
A genuine draft.
I write not to send but still for you.
I write because this is my craft.
A love, a kiss, a loyalty matched
I love, I kiss only you
Aslong as my breath will last
Shadow Dragon May 10
Gone girl,
Gone soul.
Burned to ashes,
flying in the wind.
here in emptiness.
Leave anything
on your mind.
and go about
what you though
didn't matter.
A work of art.
Seen by few.
Admired by less.
Valued by only you.
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