#romanticimagery
You’ve got a toothpick smile — sharp enough to pick
the words from my lips as we kiss, my darling.
Two roadmaps curve across your eyes —you see
exactly where you’re headed, and still, I hope you
trace your way back to me. As there’s a picture on my
ceiling — a memory sketch of you that walls can't help
but echo. Even in silence, this house whispers your name.
We're paired like bus wires — tethered to our thoughts,
transporting the weight of our unspoken luggage.
You’re cruel with beauty, closed off like a bookshop on
a Sunday —but I still read your body language on the
spine of your sighs. While the anchor of this love dives
deep, and I hold fast — _even if your tides pull me under._
Your face — inked in my mind like a permanent marker
refusing to fade.
Finally, you’re an orchid waiting in the sun, and I,
the patient gardener, learning to love each petal as it
unfolds; knowing that with each new bloom, we both
grow. So if I must wait — let it be beneath your seasons.
Let me turn with your weather, and stand still long
enough for you to call this heart your home.
Aug 5, 2025
Aug 5, 2025 at 5:03 PM UTC
Your voice drips like golden honey,
Soft as a sunset melting into the sea.
I taste your laughter—wild berries and wine,
A melody swirling in the wind’s embrace.
Your touch is moonlight—cool and silver,
A whispered song that glows in the dark.
We speak in colors unseen,
And love in echoes unheard.
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 3:11 PM UTC