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I've never met someone quite like you
I've never been more attracted to a face like yours
Most of all
I've never fallen in love with a soul until I found yours
I'm sure you've never known a girl like me
Beautiful but filled with insecurity
On fire yet so meek
Strong minded but so sensitive
Never mistake me for weak
I enjoy your company
I love the feel of your body next to mine
I try not to get so down when you disappoint me
But I have nothing to do when you aren't around
I've never loved a soul quite like I love you
I just wish you saw it
I wish you could see how hard I am trying to be everything you desire
I never ask for too much because I don't want to put that pressure on you but its you
Its you I want to grow old with
Maybe a child
I could not imagine loving another
Because no one is quite like you
Mary Frances Jan 2018
Love is gentle. Love is quite,
Like any distant star.
Love is beauty. Love is music,
Soothing as night winds are.

Love is patient and unselfish
Divine, true, neutral, fair
Love is ageless and immortal
Lost love is just somewhere.

And the heart that love abandoned
Nurses a tender scar
Softly stabbing, and yet still sweetly soothing
Just like the night winds are.
Donna Jan 2018
In a quiet mood
I can hear the cars outside
And my dogs snoring
:)
Dani Dec 2017
Not quite white
Not quite latino
Not quite anything

Too dark to be white
Too light to be latino
Too mixed to be anything

Not quite that language
Not quite that accent
Not quite anything

Too feminine for this
Too masculine for that
Too mixed to be anything

Not quite this thing
Not quite that thing
Not quite anything
Colm Nov 2017
My heart is like a snow laden car
Freezing in the bitter cold

Left to stand in a parking lot semi-alone

Clearing my windows I depart
Most anxiously to feel the need

And yet as in each morning, each winter
When the days are dreary and quick to dark

There is a frost to be found all around

And so my hesitant in heart
Is to turn over and start

Warming only by this, the end of this drive

For my heart is like a snow laden car
Covered and only to be seen in part

When cleared away the beating heart
Is too warm too late and frozen still
Truthfully - This poem began as a thought, "my car is only warm by the end of my drive"
jenn Nov 2017
I don’t think we were ever supposed to be a thing.
That we were never meant to be more than just strangers…
but something happened.
I don’t know what though.
Perhaps this is just an illusion,
one that I can’t seem to pull myself out of.
That those nights filled with laughter and deep conversations
until the clock reads two… is solely just a picture scribbled
inside my head.
But even then, somehow you still seem to know
me better than I know myself.

How did we find ourselves here?
How did I become so lucky to break down
those walls you’ve worked so hard to build?
How did I find a guy who looks past all of the things
I try to hide from myself?
More than friends yet not technically lovers,
our story is a forgotten fairy tale—
with meaning that has been lost in translation.
Perhaps maybe one day, we can break out
our old notebooks and ink pens
and begin to write our own.
shiv Oct 2017
her body is a battleground
for her anxiety and she knows
that she's not winning anymore.
shiv Sep 2017
Do you feel real,
Without their validation?
Ella Sep 2017
We lay on a blanket,
in a quite, grassy feild.

Watching shooting stars
through our atmospheric sheild.

Outside our peacful bubble,
the world may fight, and fight.

But here were safe together.

In darkness, we're so bright
again a work in progress
shiv Sep 2017
She shoots up on stardust
Untill she is a galaxy
unto herself.
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