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K Mar 2020
If you knew it was the last time you would see me, at least for a while, what would you have done different?
Would you hold me tighter?
Would you kiss me properly on the lips?
Would you have stayed a little longer?
Would you have held my hand for the first time?

I tell you what I did, I said goodbye as if I didn't know it was the last time, 'cause I'm looking forward for the next one.
Laura Jun 2018
I look at the way my hand fits against yours.
Your light brown hand and my little baby hand.
You kiss my fingers one by one.
The sweet nothings you whisper in my ear mean everything to me.
As I stroke your chest and look into your dark brown eyes flecked with love and my own personal sunrise.
As I kiss your bicep and hear you tell me you love me.
As I climb on top of you and feel our bodies join together.
As I bend over and press my lips against yours while laughter escapes our smiles.
As I put my hands in yours and realize they are the hands I want to hold forever.
As I feel your eyes on my bare body and I'm finally okay with what you're seeing.
Lover can I give you my heart
Stay and never leave
Love me forever
Close your eyes and go at it wildly
Tell me I'm what's missing
Let me know I won your heart
Kiss me in the dark
Hold my hand like you never want to let it go
Love me and let me know
Love me forever and ever and never let me go
AM Sep 2015
From the very start, you were holding my hand
locking them tightly each and everyday
then at some point they loosen up
and I hate that so I try my best to fix them

now, our hand grip is different;
it’s close and very comforting
it’s warm and encouraging
it’s yours and mine becoming ours

it’s in the stage where we can clearly see
what we’re sharing together is
more than the selfishness of oneself
and past way up the capacity of love itself
M Eastman Jan 2015
When the night is clear and cold
and the stars poke through
the pine branches
hold yourself closer and block out the wind
and grip my hand tighter in the dark
I'll keep you safe
from a startled deer
In evenings shade
Love is not being married, or looking good together or having stuff in commen.
Love is when, even when your not physically with that person theyre on your mind.
Love is when you cuddle, or hug or even hold hands and suddenly you dont care about the things you once worried about.
Love is when you wanna scream "theyre mine" to the world, but instead you whisper n it to them cause they are your world.
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I know its not exactly a poem... but ....

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