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Vamika Sinha Jun 2015
“And then, you’d break his heart.’
‘I can’t ever think I could do that. I couldn’t break anyone’s heart.’

You look at me. The tempting colour of your eyes dilates into grey. A blank moment; a break in the cinematography.

At night, I can’t sleep because your smell lingers on me like cheap perfume.
What do I do, what do I do?
Old prose from old memories.
I see the sunshine in your eyes
Behind the blue and green
It is the brightest light I know
And it sets my being free

I know where you've been through the day
Your perfume lingers there
And at night when it's just us alone
I can breathe it in your hair

You are my one and only love
You are my reason to go on
for without you here and by my side
I could never be as strong

It's funny how our lives have gone
Crossing paths along the way
We've gone to places, we both know
But never met until that day

We've had our battles big, and small
Each resolved in it's due time
Each day begins with one small kiss
Just to show that you're still mine

You are my one and only love
You are my reason to go on
for without you here and by my side
I could never be as strong

As time goes on and we both age
Never changing who we are
I stand back and look at us amazed
At how we've grown and come so far

Love itself will change as time
Grabs a hold and leads our life
It's more romantic now that we are old
And we're still here as man and wife

You are my one and only love
You are my reason to go on
for without you here and by my side
I could never be as strong
Jennifer JaiLyn May 2015
Remember when you were a small child
And you had your first real person crush?
And everyone thought it was cute because it was so mild?
You're young and innocent so there was no rush

Remember when you were ten
And you liked that slightly older boy?
And you're parents said "No don't see him"
You didn't get it, they just wanted to annoy

Remember when you were sixteen
And you were crying in your bedroom
He told you you two were not to be seen
Your mom came in and gave you perfume

"Hello baby girl I want to make it better
But heartbreak is something that must happen
I suggest you write him an angry letter
You might even want to slap him

"Things like this are always expected
You're beautiful, gorgeous, lovely, worth it
You're something that has been perfected
You'll become happy again. bit by bit

"I am always here, I am never far
I won't judge you or make you feel bad
I will try to hug away all the scars
I don't ever want my baby to be sad

"I brought you this perfume to remind you
That even the essence of cherries can be trapped
Let this perfume be a reminder to
Never let anyone have you wrapped

"You're you and no one can take that away
So aspire to be the opposite of this container
Fly free and let your branches sway
Hold your own brush, make yourself the painter"

You love that perfume, buy it all the time
And you hate that perfume in the same way
You use it as a reminder, a small little chime
Of all the wonderful things you're mom does say
Patricia Cikus Nov 2013
I* am jealous of
your *bed

your sheets
your shirts and perfume
and smoke of your cigarette

because they wrap and cloud around you
touch you, feel your dark, soft skin
feel your warmth

when I cannot do those things
when I am too far away
spending my lonely afternoons
wishing to be

your bed
your sheets
your shirts and perfume
and smoke of your cigarette.
Dedicated to Him. I spent more than three years loving him, and I've learnt so much during that time. Thanks to Him, I've learnt what love is.
hannah Apr 2015
I shaved my legs with razor tips
Spraying perfume, rubbing wrist to wrist
Thigh high socks with scandalous drawers
Letting you in for touching more
I asked you with a message sent
No love but lust just potent
For fingertips across the skin
I can't believe I thought of letting you in
ZL Mar 2015
right out the tub
fresh and clean
ready to be seen

pretty lonely girl
perfumed body
ready to get naughty

ready for love
ready for pain
ready for anybody

all dressed up
stain glass windows
with nowhere to go
SøułSurvivør Mar 2015
~.~.~.~


floating
on the breeze
swirling
in a swoon
laments in
blue and purple
are the
petals of the moon

waned a
crescent of a flower
waxed to
cabbage rose
now the
tight held tithes
sift down
in
airy
floes

lying in the grass
of a dark
wide-open
field
sweet
swanning
petals find me
moon's offerings
revealed

i inhale their
fragrance
their light sweet perfume
they cover me
with kisses

the
petals
of
the
moon
soulsurvivor
(c) 2014
rewritten
(c) march 12, 2015

Dedicated to my dear friend Jonnie... she makes me happy!

This is one of my most popular & beloved poems, my dear! I hope you enjoyed it!

God Bless & Happy Thanksgiving!
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