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David Hall Mar 2016
every Monday morning
I think about your smile
i let the world disolve around me
and daydream for awhile

on Tuesday afternoons
I like to linger on your laugh
I close my eyes a moment
and let the memories take me back

on Friday nights
I sit quietly and stare
my body at the bar with friends
my mind running fingers through your hair

and every other moment
my conscious minds awake
my heart whispers out your name
the only sound my heart can make
Rachel C Mar 2016
You are a wonder,
One I can hardly describe.
Perhaps like the cosmos above our heads.
With galaxies burning in your eyes,
I trace constellations across your skin.
A smile cuts across your face like a shooting star,
Glittering, burning, a sight to behold.
Laughter bursts from your chest,
So bright and warm,
Supernovas fizzle out in shame.

You are a wonder,
one I will always hold dear.
Like the cosmos above our heads,
I’ll always look at you in sheer awe.
With your luminous heart
With your halcyon mind
You are a wonder
And you are mine.
JoJo Pantoja Feb 2016
Its that if we go out in public & you are mine,
the people around me don’t matter.
I will kiss you cuz ill be proud to be with you.
I will show them im not afraid to be who i am.
I will show u that i love you like i said i do.
I will kiss you like i mean it.
let them stare,
i don’t care.
Let them talk,
i won’t give a ****.
Because i love you and thats all that matters ♡
(Random Thought)
Hanna Jordan Feb 2016
There we lay
watching the sky
turn a majestic shade
of pink and orange as
the sun slowly sets
The view is magnificent
but I'd still rather stare
at you and watch the glimpse
of happiness and content
in those aquamarine eyes of yours
Olivia Feb 2016
I want to wake up the sleepy corners of your elbows with my lips,
and feel the sunrise slide through your skin into your veins.
I want to taste your stretching sighs,
they'll feel like night time on my tongue.
We should stay in bed,
the trail of warmth you leave makes my insides mimic the sun itself.
Every time we touch,
it feels as if every nerve in each of my finger tips has gained its own heartbeat that races as I trace circles along your skin.
Your name tastes better than any other word that has ever escaped my lips.
My eyes drip honey when I talk about you.
My parents warned me about the drugs on the street,
but never about the ones with brown eyes and a steady heart beat.
Tom Fiddle Feb 2016
You
I should have grabbed your
hand.
Pulled you close to me
and lied.
Lied that I don't like blonds or
that one girl, with the blond
hair.
How romantic right?
Me staring into your eyes and
you're staring back.
But then you'll know the truth.
That I'm just a lost puppy
Looking for a home,
a place to stay,
a girl to listen
and some wine to drink.

But you can't know this
and you never will.
Instead you'll know half of it,
that I do like your hair and I think
about it all the time.
Brown with little blonde stripes,
I also like the way you talk, especially when you're drunk
without a care in the world.

****, now I sound like a *****.
asg Jan 2016
romance ruined love for me
strange fixations on a character hoping for him to sweep out from the pages of my favorite YA  and take me away from this
romance destroyed *** for me
expecting fireworks, but receiving dud firecrackers instead
I don't want to be your manic pixie dream girl or your brown-eyed savior
people don't fall in love with features, no boy will swoon over my freckles
dreams aren't reality but they help me escape when my heart is too full
and my mind is on repeat
what a crime it is to want love
but always feel like you can't be loved
how monstrous are our pleasantries
why be polite when you could just cut me down in three swift motions like a shriveled rose on your prized rosebush
you mistook my curling brown outsides for death but I am more alive than I have ever been
awareness is the most painful emotion awareness could break me down someday
more often than not I work to be perfect in his eyes but those eyes never see me
it isn't enough to call me pretty **** it I know that I am something to look at, a mural is something to look at
that's why we hang paintings in museums for all to see but that doesn't mean
we love each and every one
the same goes for my heart
touched by one
and God it's the worst to let yourself be used
romance ruined love for me
so romance is all a love
Tom Fiddle Dec 2015
We move to an unheard
Rhythm.
I chase you through forgotten
Memories.
You find me,
Alone and confused.
Wasted of cheap liquor,
Trying to drown my thoughts,
Trying to **** the pain,
And remember your face
As you smiled to me and said
Everything will be alright.
Georgina Gavan Dec 2015
“I don’t do feelings.”* I said.
“Why?” he asked.
“Even before I was born I already got my heart broken by a guy.”
He wanted to laugh but I looked directly and straightly at his face.
“Who broke your heart?”
**“My father”
To everyone I know or didn't know, I wrote this all for you; to those who could relate.
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