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  May 2018 Bhumeeka
Dhaye Margaux
He loves me like sunshine
The light of his day
He never forgets his words
Even when he's away

He loves me like the moon
The lamp of his night
He never thinks of anyone
Even if I am out of sight

He loves me like a baby
The baby girl of his life
The only one he dreams
His forever lovely wife

He loves me like the sea
Tide never leaves the shore
I always come to him
I love him forevermore.
To my bffah
  Apr 2018 Bhumeeka
Cné
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Hold my hand and persuade the way
tell me all you want to say
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Whisper softly in my ear,
all those things I want to hear
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Kiss my lips and touch my skin
bring out passions deep within
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Draw me close and hold me near
eradicate my pain and fear
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In the darkness of the night,
shine your beacon, be my light
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In the luster of the sun,
demonstrate you are the one
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Offer me wings so I can fly
and I will soar when you're nearby
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Infilrate my heart, break the wall,
it's time for me to let it fall
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I've been a prisoner, extensively
Break my chains and set me free
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Strip me of my armor tight
this time I won't put up a fight
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Release my soul held deep within
For you’re in my heart where love begins

~
  Apr 2018 Bhumeeka
Lyda M Sourne
It's 3am

I'm on the phone
No one's awake and I'm alone

It's 3am

The radio's on
Songs are played on lonely station

It's 3am

I'm in my bed
My eyes are open and sleep has fled

It's 3am

I'm on the balcony
The sky is dark and just quite scary

It's 3am

Some windows have lights
Could they also not sleep tonight

It's 3am

I'm still awake
When will life ever give me a break
Insomniac nights are the worst. And it's been going on like this for quite awhile.
Bhumeeka Apr 2018
Her kiss reminds me
Of your tender lips
The way you held me
From my hips
You were as innocent
As she is now
When that shooting star
Witnessed our vow
Bhumeeka Apr 2018
Sometimes, just sometimes
Would things be the same?
I wonder

Would it be little easy?
Would it be little dizzy?
I wonder

It's not that
I hate hardships
Just some days
I wonder
If I could jump high again
Without the fear of falling

If I could jump high again
And your hands finding
My arm around
Not letting
Me hit the ground.

Sometimes, just sometimes
I wonder, I just wonder
Would life be in the same way?
Would moon too kindle in the day?
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