#lovesongs
what's going on in that beautiful mind?
cause all of me loves all of you
loves your curves and all your edges
I need someone to know
someone to heal
someone to have, just to know how it feels
let me show you love
I need somebody to who can love me
at my worst
no, I'm not perfect, but I hope you see my worth
cause, it's only you, nobody new
I'd climb every mountain
and swim every ocean
just to be with you
you were a thief, you stole my heart
I met you in the dark, you lit me up
we danced the night away
I knew I loved you then, but you'd never know
cause, honey, your soul could never grow old
it's evergreen
baby, your smile's forever in my mind
and memory
I'm thinking about how people
fall in love in mysterious ways
May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 2:39 PM UTC
it begins as a song in my head
and i flow with the rhythm of love
until the lyrics become harder to hear
and the beat starts to fade away
i cant catch the rhythm anymore
and then there’s a ringing in my ear
and suddenly you pop into my head
and there’s not enough love songs in the world
that could express how i feel about you
that i dont feel myself 10x more.
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 7:53 PM UTC
these songs i wrote,
the chorus intertwined with thoughts of you,
you sing along without a clue.
-lilac
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 3:51 PM UTC
Take me out into the starlight
High above the ground
Pull me close
Play an old french love song
Grip my hand in yours
Take my waist
Dance with me until we both realise
Neither of us are good at it
Hold me sweet and soft
Sway with me to the melody
Nobody and nothing else
Exists in that moment
But for you and I, my love
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 12:21 PM UTC
He is an RnB boy
He sings RnB song
But he doesnt know love
No love at all
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 12:16 PM UTC
love songs come
in all shades of rainbow
i watch the night skies
light up
with the colors of you
and it's so **** beautiful.
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 7:04 PM UTC
All those love songs.
What is the point?
Get to the point of all of this.
This love that I have to give, I cannot give,
Because nobody wants it.
It holds me back like a world on my back;
At last I think I can just relax
And then it all comes crashing down…
I am flattened into the ground,
Forever falling,
Forever falling,
Forever falling further now.
Now I see a light shining up from beneath,
But it is just a place to be.
Just to exist.
Just to be left waiting, in purgatory,
Leaves me contemplating, forwards or backwards,
There is no difference.
I am inclined to never try again,
But then my stupid heart kicks in with its two cents,
For what it’s worth…
I feel so worthless and helpless, when I think about her.
Her beautiful mind is what I hoped to find,
But all I ever get in this life is lie after lie
And I am denied, so I lie down to cry or sing,
Those sweet songs of misery.
Those love songs that go on and on,
About how she will be loved…
But I have cottoned on;
They are just plain wrong!
All those love songs,
She will never hear me sing…
All those songs.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 7:26 AM UTC
Twenty One
So far above, you’ve been flying high with the angels
And still you stand so far above us.
You are amazing to me, when you speak about your problems
And those things you wish you could have changed; such pain.
Impossible not to like you when all you do is show us love.
So complicated to me, I want to walk inside that mind of yours
And share your empathy, because you speak so elegantly,
When you write about your love life
And you show us how you really feel on the inside.
A broken heart that we all share.
I want to put us all back together with the pieces we are lost without.
I hope you are happy in love;
I want to find a place I too belong as I too need to be loved.
I’ve met a woman like you, but she will never compare,
To those feelings that I hear in your voice
And I am still having these doubts,
But she loves me like I love your songs; they are so good!
So I think I will let her become my reason to believe in love.
You got me through to the other side,
When I was lost, you made me see the truth and I too found my way
And now I see all those tears I cried,
Were just a way to regrow the feelings that I thought I threw away.
Now I am happy in love with her,
So I can never tell her of you, or she would just be gone;
But we each share our love for your love songs.
So I will let her have all my devotion,
But I will never forget an album called Twenty One.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC
A tear for your love
Love will end, as it begins.
If the passion of arguing is what originally drew you in,
Then so it will be, as love explodes…in the end.
You will lose your will, to keep on trying…to pretend.
If the lure of adultery,
Was your first thought, so wrong for me,
Then an affair is how your love will end;
All that which could have been, never to be again.
If you were friends at first and eventually love bloomed,
Then you will part with such sweet sorrow;
You will not be consumed,
With jealousy, or hateful words.
You will each realise you have reached the stop sign
And you will each go your own way with true feelings heard.
What will be, will be and what feels wrong will go wrong.
Have you never listened to the billions of love songs?
We are all beginners, until we become winners
And when you see the checkered shirt flag waving,
You will either have found your way,
Or you will be left lost for words,
As you each sit in silence, eating your dinner.
We all ask for direction in our search for love,
But nobody can tell you, which love will guarantee you feel good.
Only you can decide which love feels right…
I will still believe in true love,
No matter how many times,
Love leaves me to cry.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 6:22 AM UTC
'Love is a drug'
it's a bit cliche at this point but its true
not in the sense of addiction or how harmful it can be
but in the sense of its effects
love changes people and it changes each one of us differently
for some, they become suave people with immense charms
for others, they become bumbling awkward masses that are plagued with a mentality and drive that makes them try too hard
it can slow you down
make you hyper aware
fill up every bit of you
from your toes to your hair
Love is a drug
it can make you do or think or say things you never thought you could
it's an oxymoron that turns you into everything you never were
it's every color and sound and feeling; it's everything at once
it's pure, it's evil, it hollows you out as it fills you up and gives the deepest sense of pleasure as it kills you and eats you from the inside out
Love is a beautiful thing, some might say life's greatest creation
maybe this is true, maybe it isn't but be careful
because its beauty makes so shockingly easy to overdose on when you're in it
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
Speak to me, like you did that night. Look at me, your eyes so bright. Walk with me, by pale moon light. Talk to me, we can make this right.
You are the Major to my minor, the roots to my leaves. You are the silver lining my mirror, you bring out the best in me. You are the fire to my water, the sky to my sea. You are the light that casts my shadow, you shine on the worst of me.
Speak to me again, I miss my friend. Look at me again, it doesn't have to end. Walk with me again, out on the sand. Talk to me again, I promise to you I'll make amends.
You are the Major to my minor, the roots to my leaves. You are the silver lining my mirror, you bring out the best in me. You are the fire to my water, the sky to my sea. You are the light that casts my shadow, you shine on the worst of me.
Carry on my dear, there's nothing to fear.
The road ahead appears before nimble minds and loving tears. Carry on my dear, I'll be waiting right here. Counting ahead the years drag every moment you're not here.
You are the Major to my minor, the roots to my leaves. You are the silver lining my mirror, you bring out the best in me. You are the fire to my water, the sky to my sea. You are light that casts my shadow, you shine on the worst of me.
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 5:35 PM UTC
Hello Alfred where ya bin?
Cruising aisles of memories tinned, a good deal
thinner when you last checked in.
Back slapped worn, born of songs between
your ears, evenings out are scrims on which
you show your friends what is what and what they fear.
Oh you pickled miscreant.
I dare you. Eat me. All up.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 7:16 AM UTC
he played the same song
of love
running around in my dreams
all throughout my mind
the chords echoed in my head
touching the strings of my heart
oh so beautifully
he played
falling in love with him
like falling in love with the music
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
Nowadays the love songs don’t focus on love
Only thing the songs are expressing is ***
And taking the girl back to your house above
All else and then have her leave if the next
Logical point in the song
Everyone jams out to these signing along
Saying these are the next big thing to hit
The radio making the guy be the strong,
Macho type and the damsel throwing a fit
Because of his attitude and complaining
About how love should be and not this
“Why can’t you be like an old song?” feigning
Anger to play hard to get on him but it’s just a diss
She’s laying on him
This is the usual nowadays except for the rare
Few who were raised on the classics actually
Falling in love with her instead of a hit and
Quick and a see ya around but is factually
Never happening again, looking for the band
That sung that sweet melody that touched the
Soul
Now this isn’t me saying I’m a classic Romeo
No not at all babe, I’m just trying to say
I’m looking to make her fall in love
And find a happy ever after in this
World that killed the love songs
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC
I dedicate all the songs I love to you.
But the problem is,
Most of them are in Korean and Japanese!
So you seldom appreciate.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
Before I met you every love song sounded empty.
But now, I feel you in every love song I hear.
New and old. On the radio or on my iTunes playlist.
Happy, sad or anything in between.
You are in each word of every love song I hear...
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
As I sit here listening to these lyrics
I can feel you in my heart
Like the blood flowing through my veins
As I sit here listening to these lyrics
I can see your beauty shining in front of me
Like the glorious rays from the sun
As I sit here listening to these lyrics
I can feel your lips upon mine
Sweeter than the most delectable chocolate in the world
As i sit here listening to these lyrics
I can smell you wonderful scent
Like the fragrance drifting from spring flowers
As I sit here listening to these lyrics
I can hear two hearts beating in perfect rythem
Like the soothing melody of angles singing
As I sit here listening to these lyrics
I dream of you and me being together
A journey of endless love lasting forever and alway
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
I am so ******* sick of hearing songs about boys.
I am tired of looking into the eyes and into the hearts of beautiful, lovable women,
And finding emptiness that shouldn't be there,
Voids left by lovers who should have never been let in.
I'm sick of poems about the way his hand felt on your chest.
I'm sorry that he wasn't reaching for your heart,
I'm sorry that you were blinded by the first person who pretended that *** means love.
I'm so sorry that you carried the weight of him on your back as he directed you in digging your own grave.
But he is not poetry.
He is not the way that music lifts your heart outside of your body when you dance alone.
His hands are not the hands that pulled you off the floor when you didn't think you had the strength to stand.
His mouth is not the mouth that keeps you breathing,
Alive,
Singing,
Kissing,
Laughing.
And his heart is not the heart that beats in your chest,
No matter how much heavier your torso seems since he left.
His body is not poetry.
But yours is.
They were your legs, weren't they, that walked you home,
Even after he knocked you to the ground,
Even after your knees buckled for him.
If I recall, your arms threw his **** down the stairs
And out of your life.
It was your lungs that screamed,
"I deserve more. I am more".
And it was your heart that bled.
It was your heart that prayed.
That hoped.
That loved.
It was all you,
Always you.
And that is poetry,
You.
You are the poem.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC