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C Jun 2018
I never knew that
happiness could take on form;
but then I met you.
❤️❤️❤️
Meaby Pom Mar 2018
The light catching your eyes,
This shimmer has me hypnotized.
Not lust, more than a want
To be between your thighs.
Not just a chase, I want you
More now that youre mine.
I'll be there
To swoon over you
While your smile shines.
To whipe your tears,
If ever you must cry.
I love you
Not wealthy, baby
But I love the truth;
I do not cheat, I do not lie.
And I will always
Practice loyalty with my life
AnxiousOcean Sep 2017
A new face
A stranger
One that can resurrect a withered flower
My eyes were stunned
It’s more like I’m dreaming
Please don’t wake me up
This feeling’s overwhelming
I think I’m in love
But I do not know exactly
Is this love at first sight?
Why does time run slowly?

I was jealous of everyone near you
You have hurt me unconsciously
I manage to come near you
And finally, I was with victory

Lots of things happened
More on pain than love
I became selfish
I just wanted to be with you
But it turned out
That the love I offer is not true
Nothing’s wrong with you
It’s about me
I thought I was in love
I thought it was love that I felt
I thought you were perfect

But I was wrong
Love’s not about perfection
It’s about accepting flaws
And every single thing
All I had was infatuation
Nothing
But a deep, deep thing
Now I’ve realized things
I’m sorry for all the damage
All the troubles
And mess

Don’t worry, for you,
Promise, I will learn to love
my cousin asked me to write a poem about infatuation, sadly I don't think I've given it some justification, because for me, it's more of a story than a poem. anyways, enjoy reading! :) God bless
Kmo Jun 2017
Seeing him around
Heart starts to pound
Faster harder louder
Making me wonder
Is this what they called love?
For someone who has the power to turned me into ice-cold and made my heart shivers.
Crimsyy Apr 2017
I can't understand
why everybody is so infatuated
with the idea of
having it "all figured out."
I don't understand my crippling
fear of not knowing;
where did it come from
and who planted its seed?
Because this fear of not knowing
is the forest living within me,
feeding itself with
my paralyzing thoughts
and if I could,
I'd ask it all to stop.
Life is being portrayed as
some puzzle we all need to complete
and I fear stumbling;
I fear the human act of
making a mistake,
because Heaven forbid,
something goes left
instead of right.
Her eyes are like the threads in a sweater when you looked close enough to see.
Warm and brown and beautiful.
And when she looked at me, on the coldest December.
The cold would melt away, and I'd feel warm.
Even in a storm.
Her eyes would warm.
And her smile would shine
And send shivers down my spine.
I've never been so warm and cold at the same time
얼음 Jan 2017
​​The distance between
you and me,
at this very moment,
is all I need.
I can gaze at you freely
and not let you on
in this secret that I've been keeping.
When you turn to look at me
I can smile, wink,
and even shoot
a dozen finger hearts your way
and still feel assured
that you'll never figure it out
unless I say my feelings out loud.
When we listen to my favorite song,
I'll sing in and out of tune
and you'll comment
on how bad I sound
I'll pretend to be offended,
throw a fake tantrum
while trying to fight off my laughter
and you'll continue to tease me mercilessly.
When I start to rant
about the most trivial things,
and babble complete nonsense
I know I'll find comfort
because you'll always listen
to all the craziness I may say.
This small distance,
just enough to be near you
but far enough
to mask the fast beating
of my traitorous heart,
is bittersweet to say the least..
like it's a perfect explanation
of what we are and
what we will ever be.
But still, despite the inconsistencies,
I remain happy,
I would not even ask for more because
the distance between
you and me,
at this very moment,
is all I'll ever need.
i want you in your purest form.

i want you on the couch in the window on a Sunday afternoon after lunch.
i want you humming along to Norah Jones, stacking pipes and radiating good energy.
i want you playing with my hair, and watching the flutter of my eyelashes.

i want you to kiss me so hard your jaw hardens up and your breathing gets loud.
i want your hands clumsily pulling at my shirt and your heartbeat in your throat.
i want you close enough to hear what you're thinking.

take your time.
take mine.

i want you. nothing else.
Colm Apr 2016
As if deep in sleep, devoid of dreams.
It's the simple way you caress the words, which inspires me.

To write and reach, yet fall short of you.
Though your tongue paints such a vivid scene.

How could I not try and partake?
How could I not wish it to be?

I'd reach my hand through glass for you,
Just to give you words from within me.
Her voice is beyond enchanting. Good lord.
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