JS 1d

You saw me cry and ask
Would you like some coffee?

And with every next sip
Of black, bitter coffee

I was forgetting him
And making space for you

Sometimes small gestures can make you realise that there is hope for the future.

Boy, you're like a dream
I mean, are you even real?
For me you're more than perfect
My heart skips when I look back
To the days we were together
Never cared about the weather
The best life had to offer
In a rose garden I found a four-leaf clover
Without you I'm lost, dead and hopeless
My love without you can't exist I confess
So don't let me wake up
In the cold, harsh world, but stay a dream and keep me
Locked up

Sometimes dreams are more real than reality

I wandered aimlessly across the creaking wood floors
Each made a sound I've heard before
Both of your heavy feet which stepped with grace
As your curly hair fell to your shoulders
And your smile awakened my soul

You disappeared into the night, to your parents house
They'd much rather send you aflight than to believe you'd been loused by me
You had to fix things and that's alright
No house is ever perfect inside nor out
You're strong, I know you can do it without a doubt

When you've done all that can be
Then come back to me
Come home, let me see you
Let us meet at 11's dew

Turn my body into a fiery furnace
Because lately, I've been very drab
And let me see those frizzy curls
That hide under your hijab

When you've done all that can be
Then come back to me
Come home, let me see you
I'll be waiting at 11's dew

Love is a transforming plant.

you can water it just enough and give it warmth and sunshine,
so it can grow and flourish and give fruits.

you can water it too much or give it too much heat and it will suffocate.

you can water it too little and it will grow spikes.

you can give it too little sunshine and it will grow into a weed.

or you can just hate gardening and live without it.

Julie C Smith Jun 17

Birds flying under sunlit blue skies
Crowded metro stations at night
A walk in the avenue
Chasing the butterflies

Sharing a kiss that tastes like vanilla
The smoke of your cigarette smells sweet
Fake fur coat over a mini skirt
We're Lolita replicas dressed up as Priscilla

The tears we cry in hotel rooms
Shine like diamonds in a faked card deck
The knife on my skin writes a bloody trademark
On my arm,  your name and 'I love You'

I love You
Em Halvorson Jun 17

Before him, I thought there was
a cap on how much love
one person could exude.

I thought of it logically,
as if love was a
quantitative substance you
could measure in a lab.

I was confused and jealous
for a long time because
I thought his love for others
outweighed his love for me,

Thats ridiculous, he would say.
Love isn’t measured that way.
How so then? I argued,
Liters? Inches? Centimeters? Miles?

I suppose, he said, it’s measured
in the number of times
I can make you smile.

Aaron Gayan Jun 15

For the longest time it was
anyone, and
I felt the pleasures of the
world, and
lost my grasp of love.
Now I can't imagine anyone
You helped me stand
                                      on solid love
And still feel the pleasure of the
world

For my love 6/11/17
Agnis Lynota Jun 12

How could you be so still...


                When all I could do
          
     was shake

You are my love, my one and only
Without you I would be forever lonely
You are in my skin, in my mind and heart
If we were together we would never part

Your voice is like heaven, so deep and enchanting
Your presence is the only place I want to be in
And if you asked me if I'd like to stay
I'd be by your side every day

My whole life and beyond I promise to love you
Can't think about anything except of you
And until our seas will join hands together
Darling, I'll be following the river

All one and the same
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