#lovestory
So graceful and angelic, she’s such a breath of fresh air
As she sways back and forth, disco lights shine through her hair.
Looked once, looked twice, I’m trying hard not to stare
I can’t help it, we locked eyes, a gaze we both share
I start smiling as she blushes, the space between us grow close
Trading pleasantries and dancing, as the music composed
Her hands clasped around my neck, mines rest at the small of her back
She smells so delicious, 99 Pollems to be exact
Press my lips gently against her forehead, she plants her head in my chest
Everything around us is a blur, she has my complete focus at best
With my right hand, I grab her left, and I give her a twirl
And we danced the night away, just me and my favorite girl
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 2:59 PM UTC
We were caught in feelings—like cake filling for the treat
of love; sweet at the centre, soft where it mattered most.
You once said, “treat me better, than all my past scars”
and I didn’t argue—because I knew my past had its fingerprints
on me. The past isn’t just memory… it’s a scar, and sometimes,
it feels like a quiet kind of self-harm we keep revisiting.
So we tried to date our love— date it, name it, count it;
for a while; four days, those four letters: L—O—V—E.
As if repetition could make it real, or make it last. We moved
to music— soft enough to feel, not just hear; you said, "walk
a mile in my shoes," and I wondered how far love really goes
before it starts overstepping.
We’d joke, push, pull— careless banter just to get the last say,
saying things we didn’t mean just to mean something.
Love sick— no urgency, but always an emergency. We told
ourselves we were made to compliment— not complete,
just mirror the missing parts. To others, it looked complicated;
to us, we complimented each other.
Some nights felt like washing dishes— a plate full of desires,
soaked in soap and second chances; bubbles rising, popping
one by one— like years we hadn’t lived yet. We promised not
to settle, even while standing still; wildfires in quiet rooms,
burning without smoke.
And in the dark— when love felt less like light, more like
searching— we’d sit in silence like an old couple on a bench,
two lovebirds of the same feather, perching through time.
I think that’s the ending I want— not perfect, not loud—
just something that stays… long enough to become a story
worth finishing.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 3:15 PM UTC
Dear Jenna,
When the War is over, I'd let you sew my torn uniform.
I'd let you sort my inner storm.
When the War is over, I'd let myself prove every poem written on love.
Placing my devotion on high above.
Jenna, I'd bring you daisies and tulips,
Your lips and my lips–apocalypse.
I'd tuck flowers in your hair,
And recite every word unsaid in your ear.
I would run my hands through your strands,
As if flowers are holding hands.
Jenna, I'd hold your hand and walk infinite path through the shore,
We'd stare as the sky weds the bluesy outpour.
My darling Jenna, are you really upset with me?
But you are prettiest mess I could ever see.
I promise, just let this war end soon,
I would buy you roses every afternoon.
I love you Jenna, and this is my vow,
I'm that boat that kneels waiting for you to row.
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 9:53 AM UTC
When you wear my hoodie, the room retunes itself—
cotton becomes a cathedral,
and I forget how to kneel without wanting to kiss you.
Your silhouette hums in 3/4,
a slow waltz between collarbone and sleeve,
where my pulse drops to pianissimo
just to hear you breathe.
I am a god who speaks in broken measures,
counting stars like rests between notes,
trying to learn why mortals call this gravity
and I call it home.
Your beauty isn’t loud—
it’s the kind that bends orchestras,
that makes a metal heart soften its distortion
and choose melody.
So let me stay here, unfinished,
mouth hovering at the edge of your smile,
learning—at last—
why endings keep returning
as kisses I never regret wanting.
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 6:40 PM UTC
I find myself looking at you,
and for you,
more often
than I should —
You visit me
in my dreams,
our affair dancing
on my subconscious
urging me that I would —
I touch myself,
When I am transfixed
on you,
and in those moments
I truly believe
being with you could be good —
Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 5:45 PM UTC
I was daydreaming again when it all came rushing back, the flood of emotions so intense it left me hollow. Like I had spent my whole life missing something , only to brush against the edge of it and watch it slip away before i could reach out and grasp it.
I remember asking you to stay close, just for a moment, just to share the warmth. The warmth that clung to you stoked a fire in me I didn't know a body could hold. I remember the weight of you, the way you straddled my hips, leaning in so close that I could just taste the smoke and mint on your breath.
I remember the flush that crept up your cheeks at what you almost did, one you'd probably deny was ever there. My cheeks burned twice as red when I realized I wouldn't have stopped you.
Did you notice my heart racing?
Or were you gone too fast to feel it?
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 4:24 PM UTC
She met him on a bridge.
I do believe we love at first sight,
Since we “see” the person within the first 30 seconds,
But that is beside the point—
I think that they were pondering on diving,
Not knowing whether the water was cold.
I’d like to believe
That they saved one another
On that bridge,
Bringing my ancestors together,
In a loving embrace,
Or, even, a kiss, too.
Or just a hand
Leading them
Off from the edge of a bridge
And in-love.
©2025Ellen Finn
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 1:07 AM UTC
In those seven years
our life projected in movement
Like an 1895 Cinématographe.
It was like a train had arrived at our station –
Clutter, clutter, clutter – pssst!
chugga-chugga, chugga–chugga–chuff!
Our lives played out like short films.
A novelty:
short,
silent
and now black and white.
Drinking pale ale,
we spent time at The Sea,
and washed it down with Club 54.
I was your Annabelle –
You?
William.
Our hearts were on display for Wilhelm Conrad.
I bustled my silhouette
as we Benzed through dramatic evenings.
Some days we gazed through Parlour,
sat in classicals –
at night we hit the ragtime.
This world was jewelled, mauve
and golden yellow.
Heavilon ticked.
And then the train crashed into a Paris wall.
Seven years end
This was fall.
The king tipped over.
Judges gathered,
you ripped me lion, out your chest
Tore me away and left my heart in half.
We can never go backwards.
“whirring…”
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 3:51 PM UTC
Why on Earth this happened to me
Out of "8 billion people in the world"
Did i wake you up from your cursed slumber?
Oh master of fate and destiny?
Who can decide what crown i wear
Or what thorn i wear?
The thief of my joy
I will slay you in every possible way.
Our life in garden once lived
Among butterflies, Lily's and roses
U danced under the fairy dust
While i sat adorning every glamour.
Love and trust beyond compare
We talked of forever and getting old together.
We had it all planned and future so bright.
We named her as well, do you remember? :)
Eight years of journey seems like i just met you yesterday.
Those midnight text and silly talks :)
Time was all that we had.
Bond so strong, nothing could deny. :)
You fought strong, u know what i mean :)
You choose me, I was blessed.
Brought joy that shaped us
The past that taught us. :)
A few pages or even a book
Cannot contain the thoughts of us.
But untold words we could even understand
Even before it reached our tongue.
Alas!
But life has other plans, and we must abide
A barrier between us, that we couldn't deny
No fault of ours, no mistake, no sin
Just love that wasn't enough, to win.
I know Its hard for us to accept the fact
Oh, how I wish we could defy
The circumstances that tore us apart, and deny
But life doesn't work that way. :(
A love that once burned bright,
But now your so out of sight
The future i could not grasp
But This love i cannot replace.
In the silence, I hear your voice
A whisper of memories, a haunting choice
To hold on to what we had, or let go
But how can I let go, when my heart beats for you.
In dreams, I see your smile, your eyes so bright
But when I wake, the ache remains, a constant fight
To fill the void in us, to heal the space
But nothing seems to work, no matter the pace.
I too hear your cries every night
The whispers of your prayers of
How you try to deny our fate
But life doesn't work that way. :(
Time may heal wounds, but it won't erase
The memories we made, the love we couldn't replace
I'll hold on to mine, You hold on to yours.
For in them, our love remains, a love that won't fade in vain
You must stay strong forever in Christ
That This all be for His glory unfold
Beyond the hills of this void untold
Awaits the grace that was foretold.
Ah!
Countless writings sent over the years.
Some of joy and some of sorrow
That was life, Ah how sweet and joyful
But, this my love might be the last.
The last drop of my sanity
Before life robs even this away
My only choice is being strong,
Find strength in Psalm 34:18
I know more of how you feel
The shattered pieces cuts your sole.
Was the shattering not enough?
Oh thief of our joy!
Tears don't dry no matter how I try
I wish I could turn back time, to the good old days
The definition of sorrow is not strong enough
Walking dead is what it is, a heart that lost all purpose.
I longed to hold your hand one last time
But when i grasp its only in air
This river between us today
I hope may run dry one day.
Farewell...
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 5:47 AM UTC
Not every love story has a happy ending,
Our love is proof of that.
Memories linger, a bittersweet refrain,
Echoes of what we had, now lost in pain.
The laughter, tears, and moments shared,
Haunt me still, a love that's not spared.
Time can't heal the wounds, nor fade the scars,
Our love story, a reminder of what went wrong, from the very start.
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 1:49 AM UTC
It was a short and bright love-story.
I’d fit it easily in simple couple lines.
It was complete: the waterfall and whirlblast,
The soulful look, and sighs just days and nights.
But it’s all gone, or it was never happened,
Those love confessions, tremblingly for good.
The flowers wilted and rhetoric fully vanished
The very moment, when the dawn became selfhood.
I bear all in mind: that dawn and bench.
You stroked my hand and you were flatly silent.
I understood it whole. And bade you farewell.
And you went out without a word. You didn’t keep in mind.
The story ended on that sandy beach,
In that soft breeze and in those silken waves.
And now there’re only melancholic memories,
The hollow promises and sea taste on my lips.
Aug 5, 2025
Aug 5, 2025 at 5:46 PM UTC
Our love is like threads of songket and sari—
woven slowly, without haste,
brightly colored though from different hands.
You come from a land
where language and movement are like dance,
coloring days with spices and golden light.
I grew up on a land
quiet and simple,
where the wind knows the scent of warm rice and the first rain.
Our cultures are not patterns easily woven,
sometimes your threads don’t match my weave,
and the colors of my customs feel strange to your eyes.
Yet we choose to keep weaving—
not because it’s easy,
but because we know—
beauty can be born from knots of difference.
Though we have never met,
your words reach my evening window,
and my steps toward your land are carried not by promises,
but by hopes I plant
in the woven gaps of maps,
while you too nurture courage each night,
when screens become the only bridge between us.
Sometimes we quarrel,
like two folk songs crossing rhythms.
But love isn’t about being the same,
it’s about understanding
without changing each other’s base note.
You never ask me to be different,
and I never wish to erase what you bring.
We only embrace each other,
two souls from two lands,
who believe—
even threads of songket and sari that differ
can weave beautifully—
if embroidered into a heart that welcomes them.
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 10:47 PM UTC
Never knew such kind of pain can exist in my heart
Until you came in my life o my dreamy princess!!!
My heart fell in love with you but you taught my heart
To suppress the feelings
without offering any healings
My feelings for you are so deep, so blue,
so true, so divine and inexplicable.
But the work of suppressing such feelings
without any healings
is really heart breakable
Whenever I saw you, I found me rejoicing because I could listen to
my heart beat beating for you o my dreamy princess
I found my mind thinking about you, found my soul dancing with you and
my body leaning towards you.
You are the most beautiful girl to me on this planet OO my dreamy princess
Your smile,, your eyes,, straight away synchronized with my heart and
created a divine relation with you
And my heart started following you OO my dreamy princess!!!
You are the one whose face comes to my mind whenever i listen to any
romantic song....
You are the one with whom i want to walk when i walk alone...
You are the one with whom i can compare no one oo my dreamy princess!!!
But slowly slowly, i realised that it was only my heart who was in love
and your heart had no feelings of love.
I had a deep sea of feelings for you and my heart always kept on assuming..
that there must be at least a small pond of feelings in your heart as well.
But my heart betrayed me oo my dreamy princess
and now the pain of this hurting heart is so deep , so blue...
that it is trying various things for forgetting you..
I always was the follower of heart .
But now I say to everybody “NEVER FOLLOW YOUR HEART”
Because following my heart took me to the false illusion..
Where there was no destination.
And when i realized this fact ,
I was left to travel the backward heartbreaking journey alone..
which is full of pain and thorns.
I learnt to love from you
But I couldn’t learn how to forget..
And this is the my regret.
May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 6:33 AM UTC
in a sense my innocence
has brought about some strange events
your unabashed sinfulness
my cute, careful religiousness
a surprising synthesis
in a sense, was my innocence
a recompense for your bitterness?
i sought your soul with reverence
from your tenderness, my mind undressed
a haunt old as some sacred texts
of a pure and honest impetus
our pride found a submissiveness
my naivete,
your diligence
thanks to our collective dissonance
a love made to be infamous
May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 4:43 PM UTC
It wrapped her head,
covering her auburn hair
in golden yellows and bright blues.
When the wind stole it away,
I raced after it,
hoping to catch up to the breeze.
The red and orange leaves
traced its path as it flew
through the brisk autumn air.
My fingers barely brushed
the fabric, but the current
brought it to the branches overhead.
The air carried it to
a high bough above our heads,
hanging it on a branch with care.
There it hung, beside
the glimmering yellow leaves of
the tree, swaying like one of them.
I reached towards the sky
to retrieve it before the breeze
could lift it away once more.
She caught up with me then,
laughing at our attempts
to rescue her bright yellow scarf.
Looking up at the thin piece of fabric,
I offered to climb the tree
though I didn’t want to.
Her infectious giggles at the
proposed idea graced my ears
like a soft, sweet song.
That music lulled my once-lonely mind
into sleepy peace and serenity
for the rest of my days.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 9:37 PM UTC
I went outside, and met a black queen that ruled over all of my
thoughts – hoping she wasn’t a bad dream. But she'd still love me
despite my arrogance; my pivoting thoughts that swing along my
many moods swings. Fair enough; she’d understand me better,
knowing I wasn’t treated fair enough, under the same sun that
makes her skin fair as much.
Still is there a woman of your dreams when you barely feel awake;
the grass is always greener from a distance, but your eyes can never
catch the green of their snakes. And whenever I tell a short girl
a good short joke, she looks at me to keep it brief – but if I said it in
short: a laugh from a girl, is a guy’s idea of knowing he can get a
taste of those lips. But wouldn’t we love to dream in sweet relief,
while I find it less attainable when someone has me losing sleep.
Please give me my peace that comes with my piece: a piece of mind,
a piece of spark to a piece of love. But when I met the queen, I never
thought it would come with love – but she never felt a spark, paying
no mind to me. We were just two strangers in town, walking on two
different paths, who happened to glance at each other, only once!
Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 7:36 AM UTC
The love story ends,
The tale is finished,
Their paths now diverge,
Separate ways taken.
Who cares for the other?
Who cherishes the bond?
A fleeting day spent together,
A smiling morning,
A humming evening,
Yet the night falls—
Darkness remains.
Bitterness lingers,
Resentment over trivial things,
Fragments of what once was.
Now, the search begins again—
Another hand to hold,
A new companion to find,
To fill the void,
To start another story.
Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 12:53 PM UTC
When you are in
❤️ LOVE!!! ❤️
you cannot help but
SHOW!!!
When it is
HEAD OVER HEELS,
you will definitely
KNOW!!!
If they don't feel
the same,
then just
LET THEM GO!!!
LADIES, He will arrive
so, just wait on your
BEAU!!!
MEN, don't trip,
just search for your
GIRL!!!
YOU WILL KNOW WHO SHE IS,
SHE WILL BECOME YOUR
WORLD!!!
I BELIEVE IN
❤️ LOVE!!! ❤️
OH YES I DO!!!
Don't give up on
❤️ LOVE!!! ❤️
I Believe it is
TRUE!!!
What's for YOU, will be
JUST FOR YOU!!!
Please TAKE YOUR TIME,
DON'T BE IN A HURRY,
This is my SPIN on a
❤️ 😍 BEAUTIFUL LOVE STORY!!!! 😍 ❤️
B.R.
Date: 05/4/2023
Aug 29, 2024
Aug 29, 2024 at 10:35 PM UTC
The LANGUAGE OF
❤️ LOVE ❤️,
it has
NO WORDS,
It's EXPRESSED
in the way that you FEEL,
It SHOWS in your DEMEANOR, and
YOUR HEART SKIPS A BEAT,
In REALITY,
this❤️ LOVE ❤️ is SO REAL!!!
When you are in
❤️ LOVE ❤️,
you just can't help,
to be with
your ONE and ONLY,
A RELATIONSHIP
that is SO VERY TRUE,
FLOURISHING into a
BEAUTIFUL
❤️ LOVE ❤️ STORY,
THROUGH
THICK and THIN,
the ❤️ LOVE ❤️ OF YOUR LIFE,
THROUGH
HELL and HIGH WATERS,
You PUSH, FIGHT and STRIFE,
This ❤️ LOVE ❤️ is FOREVER,
WILL IT END,
NO!!!!!
NEVER!!!
WE'LL FIGHT for this ❤️ LOVE ❤️
Through GOOD and BAD WEATHER,
THE LANGUAGE OF ❤️ LOVE ❤️,
CAN SOMETIMES
BE TOUGH, but
❤️ LOVE ❤️, is a BATTLEFIELD,
YEAH!!!,
IT COULD BE ROUGH!!!
NO MATTER THE CASE,
WE WILL MAKE IT THROUGH,
IT WON'T CHANGE THE FACT, THAT
I TRULY
❤️❤️❤️LOVE YOU❤️❤️❤️!!!!!
B.R.
Date: 8/9/2024
Aug 23, 2024
Aug 23, 2024 at 3:32 PM UTC
Yes mama, I know.
Mama I know he is a little ***** and rough around the edges, but mama he held me.
Yes mama, I know.
Mama I know he was bad with money, but mama he held me.
Yes mama, I know.
Mama I know he isn't as educated as I am and sometimes he gets mad at me for that, but mama he held me.
Yes mama, I know.
Mama I know he pulled my hair that one time, but it felt like home, and mama he held me.
Yes mama, I know.
Mama I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, but mama he held me.
Yes mama, I know.
Mama I know he treated me like **** but mama he held me.
Yes mama, I know.
Mama I know he doesn't really love me, but mama he held me.
Yes mama, I know.
Mama I know he gets pushy with *** but mama he held me.
Yes mama, I know.
Mama I know none of my friends or family like him, but mama he held me.
Yes mama, I know.
Mama I know he will leave me faster than he came, but mama he held me.
Yes mama, I know.
Mama I know he uses me, but mama he held me.
Yes mama, I know.
Mama I know he won't be enough for me, but mama he held me.
Yes mama, I know.
Mama I know we love in different ways, but mama he held me.
Yes mama, I know.
Mama I know he draws too much attention to himself and I hate attention, but mama he held me.
Yes mama, I know.
Mama I know, I know I know, I know.
I know mama, I know.
Yes, yes mama I know.
Yes, I know
I know.
I know!
I know mama!
Yes, I know!
Don't you think I know?
Mama, I know!
But mama, mama listen!
Listen mama!
But mama, mama listen!
Listen mama!
You won't listen.
Mama! HE HELD ME!
Well mama, I did it.
Mama, I got him to calm down
Well mama, I did it.
Mama, I got him to treat me right.
Well mama, did it.
Mama, he chose me.
Well mama, now I am unhappy.
May 27, 2024
May 27, 2024 at 1:25 AM UTC
Laying still on my side of the bed
Won’t open my eyes, won’t turn my head
Our pages lie defeated on the floor
Kisses on the wall but ink on the door
Love I refuse to share with new
And so remain reserved for you.
It gives me peace, we tasted forever
Cuddled to dreams, before we severed
My heart smiles only to your touch
Your empty gloves I tightly clutch
As we twirl the days into blank unknown
I sing our song, ‘cause it’s ours to own
I sing and I cry
Teardrops burning dry
‘Till I finally dare look
At the ashes of our book
We pick up our pens in slow-motion glory
And continue to write, each our own story
Our hearts beating on to the rhythm of our metronome
Now, I must leave, but I won’t forget home.
May 13, 2024
May 13, 2024 at 7:39 PM UTC
she's got shadows in her hair
and scorpions hide in there.
her eyes drip venom,
incapacitating
all she glances upon,
turning a summer sunrise
into decay.
she's got shadows in her hair
and scorpions move beneath the surface.
her lips skitter,
chasing down
and breaking apart
even the sturdiest of mountains.
she's got shadows in her hair
and scorpions crawl under skin.
her teeth gnaw,
eroding
all she touches,
turning a broken promise
into gossamer strands.
she's got shadows in her hair
and scorpions dance within her skull.
her chest heaves,
filling up
and emptying out
the horizon.
she's got shadows in her hair
and scorpions bleeding throughout.
her heart roars,
shaking
all she treads on,
turning a lifetime
into dust.
she's got shadows in her hair
and I no longer care about the scorpions.
her hands shake,
holding my
immortal coil
in a death grip.
she's got scorpions in her hair.
Feb 2, 2024
Feb 2, 2024 at 4:40 AM UTC
witnessing the cracks
in your feeble armor
tears a whole
through a heavy heart.
I can feel the scars
upon your broken coil
and the salt flats
below your eyes.
he spilled the blood
of his bitter fists
upon that cardboard frame
the world calls your body.
he cleaved at the brittle coal
that is your aching bones,
yet you still carry yourself
upon the winter winds.
he spat in the ocean of your soul.
yet you hold on tight
to his arm,
as if he is the anchor
that keeps you safely in the bay.
and all you need do is obey.
fearful of the storm beyond,
of the deep blue of endless
possibility...
you stay within the confines
of a jagged little shoreline.
he is the rope aroung your nape
and you can't help but hang yourself.
Jan 26, 2024
Jan 26, 2024 at 2:52 AM UTC