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Mane Omsy Oct 2017
She said,
I've fallen love with a monster
Strange, I said
Coz I lay with the beast
Doesn't make you evil, my love
She said

I've made you laugh
Several times, when you were down
These mind games, people play
Never tried on you, never will

Put my arms around you
From behind, pouring kisses
On your neck, smell your perfume
This is the dream, I live for
Sweetheart
Sweet dreams babe!
Sha Sep 2017
What are the odds
Of finding je ne sais quoi
When you're searching for it
In the middle of a dead language
Or in a parallel universe
Like Sputnik Sweetheart
Jamie Lee Sep 2017
So often in life, we face crossroads;
never knowing which path to take,
or where each path takes us.

Sometimes, we stumble onto them,
other times we run for them,
but either way, we keep moving.

How do you decide which path?
Are the decisions weighed,
or are they just made?

Do you trust your instincts?
Follow your heart?
Listen to your brain?

Which one is right?

Fear.
It's always there.

Fear of making a mistake;
of failing.

Fear of loss;
emptiness.

Yet, there's also hope.

Hope, that it will be better,
that it's for the best.

Hope, for a brighter path.

Hope, that the change,
is worth the pain.

How do you decide?

You must listen,
to everything inside.

Then take it,
one day at a time.
It's never easy at the end. But the end is always another beginning.
Daisy Rae Sep 2017
In the days to come
I hope we grow together
And even though we don't know the outcome
I pray that we would love
Love as if infinity weren't enough
Remember the little things
I love the way your dimples dip
Let's spread our wings
Learn to trust me when you fall
I know that our love may seem so small
But it can move mountains.
Happy one year sweetheart
hazem al jaber Aug 2017
Hug me sweetheart...





Hug me sweetheart...
hug me to your chest...
before the grave try to hug me...
and to end my life...
before it hug me to endless time...

please sweet lover...
hug my missing body to yours...
hug and give me a special warm to feel..
to feel your merciful chest...
give me more power...
and more reason to be alive...
and more love,which i need...

adore you till a craziness...
and tend to you and to meeting you soon...
and missing to your voice and your whispers...
and dreaming in your warm lovely bed...

hope to hug me so hard to your heart...
to be so close to your chest...
to hear all whispers which your heart do...
and to feel within a peace with every beat...

please hug me...
hug me to your chest...
before the grave do...
and before i be as an old memory
please do...
do it now...
and i will be always yours...

good morning sweetheart ...
waiting you warm hugs ...

hazem al ...
Brent Kincaid Aug 2017
“Sugarlump!
You make my heart thump,”
My grandmother said
As she patted my young head.
She’d give me a thump
Not hard enough to leave a bump.
It was her term of affection
To call me sugar lump.

Sugarllump.
An old-time phrase I grew up with,
I’ve used it through the years.
It means you tickle me.
It also means you are dear.
True the guys get a bit out of shape
When I say sugarlump to them,
But then I’m not their grandmother.
I am, after all, vey much ‘a him’.

“Sugarlump!
You make my heart thump,”
My grandmother said
As she patted my young head.
She’d give me a thump
Not hard enough to leave a bump.
It was her term of affection
To call me sugar lump.

But I find some people as sweet
And as delightful as homemade candy.
They are what triggers me to say
“Sugarlump, you are just dandy.”
So I use the phrase judiciously
For the fellows I happen to know
But for women a heckuva lot.
Every few comments or so.

“Sugarlump!
You make my heart thump,”
My grandmother said
As she patted my young head.
She’d give me a thump
Not hard enough to leave a bump.
It was her term of affection
To call me sugar lump.
Lunar Jul 2017
Monday, 24 July,
10:02 PM

I was asleep for a while on my study desk
until suddenly I stomped,
remembering that
I haven't texted you all day long.

I was looking for your name in the list
I supposed to named you "Sweetheart"
and I was looking for "Sweetheart" at first
and there was no such name.

till I remember that I've changed it
to "Stop", since you left
It was a friendly reminder for me
to stop texting you

How stupid am I?
I forgot that
we're now no longer together.

Then I take courage
and looking for "Stop"
and found out that
there was another girl
in your profile picture


I am no longer your sweetheart –and so you are
and by that time I know
I really have to stop
It feels like we're still together
If a stupendous  thought
more often than not
let me mix her caldron
atop her stove there
my tomorrows work upon
a lover and a poetess
with genuine prognosis
only tailor-made suffice
another lovely evening immanent
she quenches my desire mag.
unnamed May 2017
As I stroll along
A cobblestone path
A sight to behold indeed

Rows of flowers
Adorn each side
Embrace such beauty to be

My fondest one
That I most gaze upon
Is the one angels call Lilly
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