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Why countless stars to  
delight a handful of people on a tiny sphere?

nature loves surfeit.
Bolted and Riveted joints
held together by weak muscles
wear and tear frequent
creaking and moaning when low on
lubricant.
Your the joy in my life and
Only you is worth my love my
Life with you will be so romantic and true
And every day we'll fall in love
Under the moonlight watching the stars shine so bright
And sweetheart I'll think about you every day
And I'll dream about you every night and
I want to be your everlasting lover in life
And I want to be the spice of your life
Because you mean everything in my life
And I can’t wait to hold hands with you
And grow old forever in love with you.
True Love ❤️❣️
 Nov 2020 Veritia Venandi
Tylor
Wrap me in your warmth, it's cold out here
Keep me locked in your embrace
By the bonfire, allow my body to caress yours
From the curves of your lips, the flavor of love, let me taste

Let our bodies be entangled, our souls interlocked
Under the starry sky, let's engage in a passionate play
Delicately I will touch, the most sacred corners of your body
Allow me to remind you how it feels to be loved, let me take you away
As Thanksgiving draws near
I want to thank my HP family
Thanks for letting me  sup
With you
Feasting on your words
Digesting them slowly
Savoring.the  tears and laughter
The warmth the sorrow
Topped with love
And nature
All of you have been
A blessing to.me
And for this I am grateful
A warm toast
To all of you

Happy Virtual Thanksgiving
To you and your Family
 Nov 2020 Veritia Venandi
Parker
why am i so sorry for myself?
why am i filled with pity?
i guess i finally realized the trauma has eaten its way at me.
but now all i am is filled with sorry feelings and pain.
why cant i think, why is this empathy weighting at me.
i cant continue to be sorry for myself.
but all i am is pity.
 Nov 2020 Veritia Venandi
kaela
winter dark and cold,
scared of what the season brings.
what once was last December,
isn't quite what it was before.

spring warm and bright,
peacefully happy with the season being.
flowers and vines grow from the dark abyss
that winter left in my grip.

summer hot and heated,
hating how the season begins.
the flowers and vines that grew
slowly die from the loss of water from you.

fall chilly and dusk,
fear slowly creeping in.
will this season be like last?
will i be trapped again?
 Nov 2020 Veritia Venandi
kaela
Do you even talk about me anymore?
Do you still feel the way you used to?
Cause ever since the first time you walked out the door,
It feels like it wasn’t you
Who came back in.

There’s another one creeping in,
Behind you so you can’t see.
It’s like I’m trapped between the two
Choosing for you or for me.

I don’t know where we stand anymore,
Or even if we’re together.
It’s just awkward with you standing in the door,
I don’t know which choice is better.

Choosing you,
Or closing that door for now.
Cause I’m caught between the two,
And i just want to find my way out.
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