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When we kissed;
           she used her tongue,
           to write poetry in my,
           mouth.
It's been almost a year since we first met
i know our time together was short
Yet I still miss laying in your bed

I miss all of the simple things
Riding to Walmart in your car
I miss the play fights and how my skin would sting

I miss how I felt with you, safe and mature
You saw me as a person
And our love was the first time I felt sure

I miss the feeling of it all
The lack of anxiety because you made me feel at home
You helped spread my wings and help me stand tall

I forever wish
I could feel this again
Feel you again, hug and kiss

The feeling of your cold hands
Against my warm body
And it would tickle and we would laugh and together we'd stand

I want to kiss your neck and make you squirm
Mumble under your breath and nudge me away
But I'd continue and away you'd turn

So respectful, protective, amazing
My mom is crazy about you
Even now, her love for you is blazing

It's been a year since our first escape
And I'll forever wish
To float away with you to our own secret place
Your eyes are as blue as the sea
Matching the raging ocean inside of me
My crashing waves calm in your presence
I wish to drown in your essence
Shared on Hello Poetry on October 20, 2016
Copyright under Bianca Reyes
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 Oct 2016 Thepoemscreatedlife
Aly
I want to tell you stories
of how I dream to be great
encourage me to reach them
with you
in each passing days.
I want to hear you giggle
at my lame jokes
laugh on how corny they were
declare that I'm better in somewhere else
and that I should quit it
but I will still going to tell you more.
I want to cuddle you at night
whisper sweet nothings
until you fall asleep
in my arms
hear you snore
watch you in the dim light
watch you stay safe by my side.
I want to wake up next to you
the first thing I'm going to see as I open my eyes
was your taunting huge brown eyes
twinkling brighter than the morning star
the first thing I could touch
would be your porcelain skin
to prove to me
that the last night was not a dream.
I want to love you.
But each time I close my eyes
I see my hair in the sheets
tangled with amber strands
and yours are *jet black.
Breathe.
Flowers don't hurt.
Flowers are soft and elegant.
They are wild and rare.
They're delicate and addictive.

Flowers fill your heart and tickle your nostrils.
Flowers heal your pain and feed your love.

Breathe.
I'm holding a flower right to your heart.
Breathe.
Breathe in.
Let the petals caress your nose.
Let your eyelashes hold the petals.
Let your skin feel it.
Feel.
Close your eyes and feel.
The flower resonates with your heart.

Flowers don't hurt.
And I'm giving you my flower.



- LynnAA
7/10/2016
There are lots
Of dark clouds
In the sky
Snow and ice thawing
At all levels
And a flock
Of crows
You teach others how to love you right,
by loving yourself right,
First
Now, read it the other way.... leave a comment if you think it works both ways.
I wanted to kiss her
deep enough
to touch every nerve
in her body
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