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 Aug 2017 isabel
Raindrop
Let me taste the love from your lips until I can't taste the bitterness of mine. Make me feel loved and make me forget all the things I hate about myself.

Whisper your affection towards me until I can't hear the negative thoughts in my head ― just the murmurs of each other's names and the sound of our rapid heartbeats.

Let me feel your love inside me. Be slow and gentle, love. Let us both get lost in pleasure until we tremble and release each other. Then kiss me one more time and tell me how beautiful I look this way ― breathless, crying out your name.

I yearn for your touch; to have every inch of your body pressed against mine to the point I can't think of other things, but only you and the sensation you give me with every touch.

Darling, kiss away my sadness and save me from this madness.
 Aug 2017 isabel
Madeon
Childhood
 Aug 2017 isabel
Madeon
In childhood we want
something we grow up faster
but when we are grown up
we again long for childhood.
 Aug 2017 isabel
mei
would you?
 Aug 2017 isabel
mei
would you believe me
if i told you
that you are the universe
in which i live in,
the air in which i breathe,
the land on which i walk?

would you shake your head
in disagreement
if i mentioned how
your smile acts as my sun,
your voice a melody
that lingers in my favourite songs,
your eyes as lambent
as the beautiful
night moon?

would you think of me
in the far future
on quiet evenings by the windowsill
as you reminisce the times
we spent together,
the memories i replay constantly
in my mind,
of days i wish will never die?

would you?

i hope you do.
i hope you do.
 Aug 2017 isabel
g
insomniac
 Aug 2017 isabel
g
My eyes don’t shut
It’s as if they are glued open 24 hours a day
My brain doesn’t shut up
If it was a person, it would speak all day
I try to count some sheep
But my eyes never seem to sleep
So ill just sit back, relax
and stay an insomniac
 Aug 2017 isabel
Mateuš Conrad
when it rains,
i sometimes stick my
arm outside
the confines of my room,
close my eyes,
and try counting
the number of kisses
the rain makes
with my outstreched arm;
i never keep count,
i just keep thinking
of the attiring
trees and other plants
with my own,
inverted set of lungs.
 Aug 2017 isabel
pretty
be with me
 Aug 2017 isabel
pretty
those three words came to my mind
when i saw your red but beautiful eyes
i felt i was blind this whole time
but you were nothing but a devil in desguise

i really hated you for a long time
because you made me fall from the enormous climb
the only times when my will to live was near
it was because you had spoken to me, my dear.
my titles are so cheesy
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