#findinglove
Dear Little Girl
Dear Little Girl
The girl who is tired all the time
You will grow up and become a great person
The ups and downs will go but your friendships will stay
Life will continue to be stressful but you will live your life to the fullest
Dear Little Girl,
Life will be eventful you will succeed.
You will be made fun of but don't let that stop you from enjoying your life.
The people will change and so will you
Your life is going to be like a roller coaster
Ups and downs will stay but you will change the way you see yourself
Dear Little Girl,
To the girl who is stuck in her head, you will learn to escape what your brain says.
To the girl who is struggling with body image, you are beautiful and perfect just the way you are
To the little girl who once looked to princesses and princes and said I want that type of love, you will get one, one day I promise you that.
Dear Little Girl
You will be okay
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 2:38 PM UTC
I'm stuck on the perfume bottle
That's sitting on the shelf
You bought it as a gift
Now I wear it
for someone else.
I spray it on my neck
and I rub it on my wrists
And for one split second,
I forgot that you exist.
I feel butterflies
When I catch his gaze
He called me gorgeous
Just the other day.
It's reassuring actually,
The butterflies haven't died.
You didn't ruin me completely,
I just needed to revive.
I wish you nothing but good,
And I hope with time, you're happy.
Despite the heartbreak
and the shell you made of me.
I look in the mirror and my eyes have a spark
And for the first time in years,
I see the girl I was at the start.
And with one deep inhale,
I breathe in the scent
Of the perfume you gifted me,
I am free. I am content.
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 3:34 PM UTC
My world was once built on a shifting of sand
A fortress of whispers I held in my hand
I guarded its gates and I prayed they would hold
A story of love that was growing so old
But I traded that crown for a different kind of prize
In the service of others, with new, open eyes
I wore a new symbol, a promise, a creed
A red cross of healing for a desperate need
So if you should wonder how I finally grew,
And let go the ghost of a yesterday's you,
Know that a new purpose showed me the light
And led me to love in the stillness of night
-by Majd Saab
Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 3:36 PM UTC
I felt so alone.
every place I went. every place I stopped to visit.
Seemed off.
I followed the noise of everything around me
in the hope of finding something familiar.
I rounded corners, crossed mazes of streets.
I didn't feel like I belonged to any of these places.
mostly filled with strange looks. anxious behavior.
still, I walked.
big city life is too busy.
always somewhere to be. always something to do.
it's easy to lose track of time.
keeping up with the next thing to do, the next place to be.
I felt so alone.
my walk becoming more unease. my shoulders more tense.
nothing really felt warm.
everyone felt cold, lost in the hustle of busy feet.
Shoulders almost bumping into each other,
Cars screeching their horn almost running into the other.
the sanctuary of what I really needed seemed far away.
still, I walked.
meeting the avenue of your eyes. you.
you seemed different.
far different than any place I’ve been.
I felt like I’ve been here before, or at least
Would remember if I’ve dreamed about it.
I didn't need to look at a menu to know what I wanted.
there wasn't a question of where I’d sit, or if there'd be
a seat by the window.
No remembering if I needed to stop at an ATM or if I had the right
Amount of money. I felt at ease.
I immediately knew what I wanted and where I wanted to be.
if I did continue to walk, it would be into tomorrow.
so that I could come back here.
a patron whose face would take no time to remember.
when the weeks turn into years.
I’ll remember to tell you; this is how I got home
Jul 9, 2024
Jul 9, 2024 at 5:29 PM UTC
Confessing love
Some people are so paranoid,
That they are actually afraid of succeeding.
Always dreaming of finding love,
But never able to take a chance and confess their feelings.
What if it worked out and you got close to happiness?
What if the next person you kissed was better than all the rest?
Your throat could be ripped out and you could end up dead.
What if life wasn’t like that and it worked out in the end?
(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 10:22 AM UTC
I have run from you
one time too many
Finding myself out in the open,
There aren't too many places
to hide.
I've slid between the spaces of your fork
now you have me pinned,
I have run from you one time too many
I hope that you have mercy on me.
Along the lines of patience
I realize that mercy may be asking too much
But until now I've realized how big your teeth
really are.
With no place to run & your fork fast-ly
approaching there is no where else on this plate
to run.
I have run from you one time too many
and after tasting your lips
I question myself
Why did I run in the first place
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 11:18 PM UTC
Loving you
Made me love myself
Made me want to be better for myself
So let me love you
Because only when i love you
I know how to love myself
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 1:59 AM UTC
Impatient I found a love worth the wait,
Knowing lost love does not mean love is lost,
Heartbreak was just a detour to my fate,
Where all of love’s mistakes were worth the cost.
I waited to find love in full despair,
That hopelessness contrasts with love so sweet,
I missed the point when I thought life unfair,
I had to be prepared for us to meet.
Your love is what I dreamt that love would be,
Looking back my deep sadness seems so small,
Perhaps you too were waiting just for me,
Finally we found true love after all.
Patience had worn thin from each rejection,
Then you came along with love’s perfection.
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 1:13 PM UTC
In the swift wind.
My hands set sail in a vast
Emptiness.
Weary feet pointed left.
My heart steadfast to the right.
Her heart wild as the wind.
I sailed beside her.
Capsizing in her silk wave.
She was far from quiet, an abundance of thoughts. Opinionated from one wave to the next.
Without a single struggle.
I sank.
I left my supplies by the mast.
Becoming easier to swallow.
Everything scattered.
Topsy turvy in fascination.
She kissed me and I never looked back.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 1:52 AM UTC
I was a shirt filed with straw and rags.
Pants that hang loose. Jeans cuffed pinned uncomfortably.
Nothing to think of; a hat filled with straw.
The inability to walk. Pinned to a board.
Hickory oak.
Chest disproportionate to a small waist.
Sleeves flung in the wind.
Left standing still; a face motionless.
Pinned to hickory oak.
A shadow left in an empty field, the boundaries of a checkerboard shirt.
The insecurity of straw hands.
Pickett fences to the feet of crows,
Still she'd visit often.
Distance cut short by dark heavy wings.
She'd caw in my silence,
Not knowing the ability to smile I stood against purpose.
She refused to run, poking fun at my hat.
The clothes that hung loosely in the wind, scurf tied tightly around my neck.
Feeling her ***** the strings of my chest.
Strands of straw filled by her need to find a home.
Was there anything there at all before that moment.
Becoming shelter to the way she pried.
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 7:11 AM UTC
I allowed myself to be loved by you.
Moving from across the street to a building that I always wondered what was inside.
I am not at all innocent.
Allowing myself to become busy.
Never really having the time to indulge in something I always wanted to do.
A new building in a familar place.
So welcoming.
Freeing myself of everything around.
The clock loosely ticking away.
The world no longer the same.
The steps taken from across the street becoming my favorite.
Remembering the first time I looked at you.
The term busy no longer existed.
Allowing myself to come at ease.
Opening the door.
Crazy how everything just happened.
Doing something unexpected, forgetting that I had something to do.
I allowed myself to be unexpectedly loved by you.
Completely forgetting where the door was.
Losing track of time
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 1:29 AM UTC
She placed me on top of her head as if I were some type of hat.
Sticking my head out ever so often,
I Rested comfortably in the wool combs of her hair.
Never before have I been able to breathe so freely.
My feet massaging her scalp.
In my honest opinion, I explored a sensitivity I knew nothing about.
Laying in a field of hair.
Dark brown roots,wrapping my finger around natural brown curls.
I wanted to know why she never shared this with anyone else.
Hearing my echo come back to me in complete silence.
Something seen out right, a wool ornament seen in the fall.
Hanging across the greatest joy shared between us two.
Finding home in the follicles of her hair
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 11:09 PM UTC
A year started with no expectation,
with little bit of tears
for i was a exception,
to relinquish, for years.
There you came, knowing nothing,
here, i fell for everything.
where would i go without your memories,
were i so crazy about the fairies.
My heart played tricks on me,
took me to a disneyland,
where i found a wonderland,
the butterflies flew all over me.
i kept dreaming on and on,
besides the hurt, fell in love again and again,
to find myself no gain again,
I still wanna go on and on.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC
Let's write ourselves a poem,
You be the verse, I'll be the rhyme;
Let's find ourselves a feast of words,
And slash them down on white.
Let's sit ourselves in a quiet corner,
So temptation isn't bright;
Let's be ourselves for each other,
And spend our days in the light.
Let's be together for once, forever,
The rest can wait in line;
Let's not change the mellow mood,
And forget the needle and the pine.
Let's lay by ourselves for a little moment,
While I spell our love out on your spine;
Let's share ourselves a life's dream,
And paint it on the starry skies.
Let's pen ourselves our memories,
To remember for all of time...
*I told you we'd write ourselves a poem,
But you ditched me for the dime!*
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
I can’t keep imagining him in my mind
Or love I’ll never find
Blinded by my perception of perfection
Depth only found upon inspection
Afraid I should know in an instant
On this I am insistent
For last time when I let the feeling build
The foundation wasn’t filled
And these holes turned into cracks
Beliefs I’d built on pacts
I want that love that grew
But I want the instantaneous jolt, too
Hearts bright at first sight
And feelings that take flight
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 11:16 AM UTC
I've changed my face over the years,
and my muse right along with it.
I first found inspiration
in myself, writing words
upon my skin.
But the pen was silver and cold
and the words were red and ugly.
Sadness, a pensive depression,
that was my next muse.
And I wrote,
oh, how I wrote,
works which bled me out
but never did much to help
soothe the ache anyway.
Then for a time I lost myself,
and had no muse to call my own.
And I squandered far too much
precious time stagnating.
Until,
until,
the most unexpected muse arrived
with a sweeping push,
forcing me up.
And now I'm wandering,
though I'm no longer lose,
and with me I have the muse
I never knew I wanted.
You.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 5:00 PM UTC