I want to come home fast and “Sit With You!” It doesn’t matter if we don’t have “Sh_t To Do!” Who I love to end my day with? “It is You!” Dine and spend time forever “With My Boo!” I can’t think of no one better..”Just Us Two!”
I never write love poems. I think it's because I'm afraid to
open up & feel so vulnerable. I'd have to look inside my heart, to write something beautiful, intimate, and heartfelt. I'd have to embrace the warmth, and reflect on the lingering traces, of the hand once in mine. The love that once had it's time.
I'm afraid to confront those feelings. I'm afraid to commit to love, even if it's the everlasting type, where two stars collide, in the afterlife, like they did milleniums before.
I've been hurt so deeply. In ways I haven't felt before. I'm not sure I can take it anymore.
But I dream of not being afraid of love. One day, I'll write love poems. I'll find the person worth writing lines, and stanzas about. One that makes me forget we're in a drought.
it just hit me: I want to string beautiful words along just for you, only to imagine you smiling as you read them as i think them, I ponder about you and it sinks in I’d fill myself up with honey and let you drink me if that only made you feel me how would i be in your throat? golden, shiny and liquid? gently dripping from your chin, shimmering and exquisite