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ab Dec 2015
Kiss me.
I dare you.

I almost know
it wouldn't be smart,
yet I can't help
but be drawn
to your
smile.

Let me drown.
I dare you.

Let me drown
in the warmth
of your arms,
weighted down only
by knowing
what's to come.

Hold me close.
I dare you.

Make me want
nothing more
than the weight
of your body
against mine.

Don't let me go.
I beg of you.

When all I have left
is the memory of

trembling lips,

starry eyes,

beating hearts,
and
heavy breaths,

I'll wish
I dared
not to love you.
beg
im just a gay,
standing in front of the boy i love,
asking him to love her
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Joyah Nov 2015
Red
How do I unlove you?
How do I tell myself to stop imagining a future with you?
How do I make myself see reason and not cling to the ghost of a former you?
How?
Tell me now.
I beg you.
I want to know.
I need to know.
So I can finally let these feelings go.
humming slowly
as i sway with this sad song
dancing the rhythm
of this broken sonata
feeling this heartbeat
that started to fade
if only you could see
the dreary tune in this piece
you would rather listen
than see the lyrics within this song
crumpled sheets of paper
scattered all around the floor
with every sheets
there is a written tale of us
seeing this sheets
makes me wonder
when will i be able
to touch the sky?
give me love, darling
give me love cause lately
i am craving for more
give me love, darling
so the tale of these crumpled sheets
will became true
give me love, darling
so this piece will cry with joy
so i beg
like beggar in the street
so i cry
like a baby in a crib
cause lately
i don't understand
why i am craving for more*

give me love, darling

©IGMS 2014
Inspired by the song of ed sheeran
oni Oct 2015
as much as i would like you
to grovel for me,
you will not -
and i will grovel
in vain
for you to join me
Mercury Chap Jul 2015
I beg his eyes
To look at me for once
Even a glance would suffice this hungry soul
A link with those eyes, make me lost
They're no less than a black hole.

I beg his lips to turn up to heaven
Those pretty little teeth
Flash to burn the darkness around me
So I find my way in the sunless day
With his smile even a blind will start to see.

I beg his ears
To listen to my voice
When I try to sing in the sweetest way (im)possible
Just so he could hear my voice
So he could hear only me above all the noise.  

I beg his nose
To smell this cheap perfume I wear
Just for his receptors to be aware
Of my invisible presence in his life
So in his mind my cheap perfume runs rife.

I beg his skin
To feel the waves of my love
On his tiny hair which makes dots of goosebumps
And wave them as if a wind is blowing
Out on his skin my love is always flowing.

I beg him
To beg for me
The way I beg for him
If only his soul is as tattered as mine.
Another poem for a crush. I guess this one seems a bit creepy (but I have no intentions to make it creepy). What to do? Sad story, same life.
mk Jun 2015
with a smile on my face
and a pout on my lips
i begged you to stay
just five more minutes
kiss me one more time


with tears in my eyes
and daggers in my heart
i begged you to stay
just five more minutes
kiss me *
one last time
// oh, how things change //
Kristian May 2015
As the clock's hands move, your love is becoming blur. It's like an ink that's fading in a wet paper. Like the sun that hides behind those dark clouds every time it will rain. I was frightened because of that scene! I panicked and tried to prevent it from losing but there's no other way. I screamed to the top of my lungs begging for it to come back, but it didn't.
Zerø Apr 2015
let me
untangle you from those pearls
let me
free you from that thigh dress
let me
rip those stockings
let me
make your makeup smeared
all over my sheets

let me, please...
i can't contain this anymore!

oh ****

just please...

let me
make you beg for it.


- Ø -
my brain's rotting creating this lil ****, i don't even know where this came from :D
George Krokos Apr 2015
If you think that in life you've been a dismal failure
and also find it extremely hard to make ends meet
consider those people who're worse off but endure
and beg everyday from others for something to eat.
_________
From"The Quatrains" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
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