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Saïda Boūzazy Nov 2020
This gloomy night makes me wonder, 
what is the assemblage between the moon and you!  
It shares many common things with you!
Its beauty, its attractiveness, and its Shinness
And also my administration!
Every night, I think of the moon, and also of you!  
What an assemblage! 
Both the moon and You can affect me
and I keep dreaming of a simple admirer,
someone of whom I will never tire,
gentle, kind and sweet like a toffee,
with eyes, made of coffee.

- gio
David P Carroll Nov 2020
When I feel the warmth of her touch
My heart skips a beat and
I know she loves me every day
And my love for her is so great
And I can our future and dreams
All coming true
I'm falling in love with you
And my love I silently profess
To my darling Princess and
Everything you do for me
Makes every day feels
So special to me.
True Love ❤️💞
Styles Nov 2020
Our bodies
need each other now
because our souls
remember
Styles Nov 2020
Hands;
holding the shape
of her breast
David P Carroll Nov 2020
She's as beautiful
As the sun shining
In the bright blue sky
And I promise her I'll
Love her forever
Until I die.
True Love ❤️❣️
Kay Oct 2017
Death.  

My Unwanted Lover

I know him by name

and I've seen all his faces

as beautiful as they are

they always remined me of a time

when it wasn't worth living

and breathing was replaced by grieving

He was my closest friend

and he understood me because we shared the same feelings

he told me he wanted what I wanted

when I was born he held me in his arms

whispering promises to me

telling me of all times that he would visit me

but I could never remember

Since I was born my life was promised to him

that he would be the death of me

I wish I would have known that he was never my lover

but the grief in so many others
My relationship with Death
Axel Oct 2020
Our space felt cold,
colder in December
while warm has gone along the season
yet we let it snow like we never cared
for each other like the flowers never bloom in spring.
"Why do we let it dry like it's the middle of July?"
you asked, but never try.
So we left searching for the universe
but hoping it would bring us back;
ran asking for a moment to breathe
but never knowing how long is the track.
a poem about a lover that decided to take a break.
Asiah Mangham Oct 2020
Affection cradled me like a baby
wrapped me whole with false intentions and
spat me out to the truth
But
to all my past lovers I praise you
it is not easy to caress my insecurities
I praise you for my hard days
long nights
For being my muse
regretful you weren't more
Mitch Prax Oct 2020
The sharp claws you hide
beneath your tender fingers
do not frighten me

4:06 PM
26/10/20
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