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Dianali 1d
Your name
Used to be the most delicious,
Delicate, joyful, vibrant
Word
Used for describing worlds.
Now is just the random alignment  ,
of some meaningless letters
Together.
i write poetry
my name is mark and it does
not really matter
Your Name in All of My Poems

No matter what I write, you influence me
It’s your voice reading the words in my head
It’s your breath in the wind
And I find your name in all of my poems
Part nineteen
Alina Sep 9
You want my pictures so bad, but never stopped to ask my middle name, nope simply to look at my nice frame. Never noticed the color of my eyes, you were just too **** focused on my thighs. Not where I'm from, but "hey, nice ***". Just give me a smile, don't be so hostile.You never asked my favorite food, only if I was "in the mood". You like my lace, not really my face. Asked if I was alone so you could be shown. But you never once asked my middle name.

A.C.
Expressed his desire
Hitting their bases
In the name of art
They buttressed with
HEARTBOUND hearts
Mares underwent nightmares
Horse Power four by four
Whose fault?
PS Aug 10
They say that love is blind
The truth is just, love is pure.
She is patient, she is kind,
She’s unrefined and yet, demure.

Through her looking glass she sees
Spots of flaws and marks of pain
Why do you cry so much, darling?
How can I never make you feel that way again?

Love should know that beauty fades,
She should know that looks are weak
But love cannot be easily stuck in place
Not all who claim to find can truly seek.

Are you the measure of the man?
So wonderful in writing
But is your face too faithless
Shockingly unbeguiling.

Is love so shallow that she can’t see
How you give her the world?
But is it her prerogative to be
After those who make the heart twirl?

Will love be another one with a seven
With plenty of zeros to his name?
How does her nature suffer
When it is love you seek to tame?
She is personified.
Your name ...

is still hanging ...
between my lips ...
since the morning start ...
while i'm sipping ...
the first sip of my coffee ...
to give me it's delicious ...
with every sip ...
because of your name ...
and the beauty of your face ...
which it drawn ...
onto the cup of my coffee ...
to made me take more sips ...
to keep kissing this sweet face ...
until the last sips ...
with my all lust desires ...
to get you so deep inside me ...
while i'm sipping you all ...
to get my revive ...
and to start the morning ...
a fresh morning ...
only with you ...
to let my letters ...
and my all words ...
runs for a new poetry ...
to be created ...
because of your name ...
which it always hanging ...
between my lips ...

good morning ...

hazem al ...
Your name ...

i wrote your name ...
on the edge of the river ...
to let every one ...
see your name ...
that you are my lover ...

i wrote your name there ...
wrote it ...
with a heart's draw ...
heart of mine ...
and asked the river ...
asked it ...
to run speedy ...
with all flowers ...
to where you there ...
to let you know ...
and feel ...
how madly i am ...
about you ...
my sweet lover ...

i wrote ...
i still writing ...
and will keep do ...
your name ...
with my all poems ...

hazem al ..
Your name rests
Between my lips
Like a prayer
Or maybe
Something sweeter
Dripping off the
Tip of my tongue

©KNL
When you message

Your name appears

they see my smile

But inside... my chest, Tense


I attempt to inhale
The air thickens
My lungs like Stone...
Chilling to the Bone

Your Phone silent... Do you wonder why?

What do I say? What will be the conclusion?

Delusion?
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