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lucidwaking May 2022
I'm taking you in and drinking you down
Like a tidal wave.
Our hearts beat in tandem -
A symbiotic rhythm.
I can't take my eyes off of yours.

Though my skin might wrinkle and swell,
I could sit here for hours,
Content in getting lost in your presence.
Water fills my mouth
And runs uncontrollably from my lips,
Falling in a steam of a repeated "I love you."
I say it over and over again;
The phrase comes as naturally as breathing.
It harmonizes with the way the water falls,
And the way my soul reverberates
Against your own.

Every time you pull me close,
Meeting your lips with mine,
The earth pauses on its axis.
With my hands either up to your cheeks,
Or down at your lap,
I'm reveling in you.
I'm content with drowning
In the affection you shower me with.

Even when the faucet eventually runs dry,
I am not.
I don't think I'll ever be able to fully dry off
Your love.
And to think last year I posted a piece stating that "I don't write love poems." Kind of proved myself wrong I guess...
louella Apr 2022
would it be easier if i was prettier?
being pretty sounds so wonderful and simple
maybe that’s why i don’t fit in at this cemetery-like building

4/27/22
louella Apr 2022
funny how smiles make wrinkles on your face
and we deem no wrinkles as “beautiful”

we as a society love sad people
kinda deep lol
4/15/22
J Apr 2022
I took a shower at eleven,
then my head hot all of a sudden.
I thought, "this my death,"
"Stop, take a deep breath."
Thought I was already in heaven.
escapril2022: strange behavior
(this is so funny but the premise is actually dark because I just wrote a limerick of my very first anxiety attack while taking a shower.)
Strying Jul 2021
so alone
i forgot how it felt to be held

took a cold shower
because i didnt want to remember
but fr i just took a cold shower and it made me feel alive
10/10 recommend, especially while it's still summer
BeLoved Jul 2021
Tonight I watch the water hit my skin
No matter how hard I scrub
I just can't get this day to go down the drain
So I guess It stays
This depressed state
At this point it knows me better than my own shadow
At this point it knows me better than I know me
At this point
What's the point...
mica Jan 2021
this creative mind would never make him like you. no matter how colorful you color your words, or how you decorate it with pretty flowers, he wouldn't like you.

he asked you about the rain, you answered and thought of it as a release. a burst of emotion, just like letting go. but it seems that he had brought an umbrella and avoided your indirect release of feelings, or maybe he took shelter upon a waiting shed. as he stands alone, waiting for the one his heart yearns for, you continue to shower him with your deepest feelings through the form of raindrops that make sound above the roof, desperately wanting for his attention.
a penny for a thought.
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