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Ofelia Oct 2017
Kisses and hugs
     soft like velour gloves
I'm soft for you
chaziyer Oct 2017
Butterfly kisses in the rain

and the universe becomes a waterfall.
chaziyer Oct 2017
I will not be the hands that whisper across your skin--

the weathered kisses and cracked lips.

My caged heart is not your drum.


I will not be your stepping stone--

your weeping willow.

(6.18.17)
Marwa Oct 2017
I didn’t leave you

I didn’t run .

Even when every one told me to,

I stayed

to  patch your heart

the same way they used to repair broken pottery

with golden dust.



I didn’t leave you

I didn’t run .

But I gave you my love

and everything I had

even when i knew

that we were falling apart.



And now,

I can’t fix you anymore

with golden ink or deep kisses

And how am I supposed to draw you

when I don’t even remember

what I used to feel for you.



Is it my fault if you left me

Or your fault if I left you ?

But we will never found out my love

Because you left me too soon.

Or was it me who did ?
Shawn Oct 2017
You
The sun
brightens the day
and the
moon illuminates the night
but you,
your laughter
a n i m a t e s  m y  h e a r t
  and your kisses
   b r e a t h e  l i f e  i n t o  m y  s o u l .
Kathryne Oct 2017
i miss your tender touches
down my curves
caressing the small of my back
i miss your sweet kisses
on my neck
i miss holding your hand
and hugging your heart
i miss everything about you
i am a fool
for ever letting you go
Ivy Archer Oct 2017
I am absorbed in your eyes
feeling absolved from past sins.
The fire that arises from your skin
sets absurdity ablaze.
Now I dash into your arms
crashing ancient fears.
Your kisses, fresh drops of rain ,
wash away the dust of disdain.
Your breath, wind of hope ,
soft, sweet, slightly pink,
wraps my wounded soul
like a gauze
woven by your voice.
fatin Oct 2017
are you home
will you open up the door
when i knock?

wish you're here
not just on my mind
nope, not just on my imagination
no.
not on the polaroid
that i stick on my wall
near to my bed
just so, i can sleep better at night

i wish you're home
that i'll be worry less
about you being away
that i have no longer to wear my sweater
just because
just because i have you
around at night

-f 831am oct 3rd
Blois Oct 2017
I don't feel like it anymore, I must say.
Maybe I should put up a missing person
alert for my inner kid. He must be hiding
somewhere, I hope wherever that is i'ts not
a dark place, he was always afraid of it.
Maybe that is what I've loose, I think I must
come to terms with it. It's that time
of the year already, when it's to late
for everything. To say hello and goodbye,
is this real, is it not,
no turning back, no way to run,
one eye blue and the other red,
one ear open and the other closed,
one hand reaching out and the other
clenched in a fist behind my back,
one sweet word and many a bitter silence.
Handshakes and kisses, folks.
Telescopes and microscopes,
is all about points of view.

Handshakes and kisses, folks.
I am what I am, nothing more than
the continuation of an idea.
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