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Hidden Glade Feb 2019
Just sledding.
Nothing 'special'
except the smile on your face;
enchanting.
Honestly my favorite memory of high school (maybe ever) is sledding with my girlfriend. It was an amazing day.
Randy Ray Price Feb 2019
Roses are red.
Violets are, violet .
But blue is what they said
And I just don’t know why yet.

Roses are red.
Violets are still violet.
And don’t ever forget
That I love your, eye lid.

Roses are still red.
Oops I guess violets ARE blue ;)
(Insert something cheesy)
Cuz baby I LOVE you!
Jade Welch Feb 2019
My love for you came like the rain in spring...

Nothing at all.
Then all at once.
One as long as the month will be when you’re gone
With just hint of pain in every page
A dash of happiness in every sentence
Just to get the feeling I will feel when you are gone

I want to write you a book
i hand crafted the sunshine collection for the boy i love hand sown and personally illustrated by me. Also this one was inspired by I want to write you a song by One Direction
Petrichor Dec 2018
I hope this is not cheesy

for how do i remind
your beauty that hides within.
for how do i describe
and how do i begin.

Your eyes drink my skin
like the first cup of coffee.
it is true
there are daggers in your smile.

Your voice reminds me of a harmonic beat
beautiful
and its mere thought lulls me to sleep.

The universe melts into your eyes,
as the moon asks
to borrow your light.

You are the air in my lungs
and the words i speak.

Falling for you was not falling at all. It was like walking into a house and suddenly realizing you're home.
They say don't make homes out of humans.
Arke Dec 2018
if I went back in time knowing it all
memories had and the moment I'd fall
remembering how it felt to lose you
and the pain of unrequited love, too
I would do it over, and over once more
because it has always been you I adore
I would happily break my heart anew
if only for a chance to fall again for you
The Mellon Nov 2018
Twenty-One years and a day ago,
On a lonely November night,

There was a woman,
One who is to be respected and loved.
Who was nine months pregnant
No longer.

In her arms arrived a crying pale child,
The mother whispered her name
And the wind caught it.

Little did she know that whisper traveled to me, 17 years later,
And delivered to me the name,
Of the woman I fell in love with.
Happy birthday my love, or at least it was yesterday :) <3
Arke Nov 2018
I've never felt homesick
even thousands of miles away

you're my home
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