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"cuddle" poems
We hug We kiss We cuddle In bed We were just friends We made out To him We were having *** To me We were making love I was his friends with benefits But he was my lover
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Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 12:49 PM UTC
Friends with benefits
Cuddle in my arms, you are. We just enjoying quiet time together. Relaxing on the couch in the dark with a single candle burning. Just reflecting back on our relationship. Like when we first met. It's been a worthy experience. One I wouldn't trade for anything. I remember our first kiss. It's simply hard to forget. It was sincere. It was passionate. Just like the one I've just given you. I remember our walks in the park. Those self made dinners we had. Those was good times. Just like those we are creating now. As we are just cuddling in the dark. Reflecting back.
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May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 11:25 AM UTC
Cuddling in the Dark
Cuddle bear walking on shore with me. Cuddle bear leans down to kiss me. Like! Cuddle bear cuddle bear likes my eyes. Cuddle bear respond to message PLEASE! : )
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Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 3:12 AM UTC
Cuddle Bear
the mist from my dope coping mechanism tickles my nose and my lips the corners of my mouth pulled upward as my eyes turn to slits i sink into the couch cuddle my dog ahhh, i ******* love this
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 5:18 PM UTC
coping
Cuddle in my arms, you are. We just enjoying quiet time together. Relaxing on the couch in the dark with a single candle burning. Just reflecting back on our relationship. Like when we first met. It's been a worthy experience. One I wouldn't trade for anything. I remember our first kiss. It's simply hard to forget. It was sincere. It was passionate. Just like the one I've just given you. I remember our walks in the park. Those self made dinners we had. Those was good times. Just like those we are creating now. As we are just cuddling in the dark. Reflecting back.
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Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 12:11 AM UTC
Cuddling In The Dark
This distance between you and me, Feels like it's half a world and it just might be. Wherever you are, or ever might go Know that I'm still waiting for you. Waiting to hold your hand in mine, Embrace your sweet skin in my arms. I wait for the day. Beyond the frosted glass there you are, Touch you I could not, If I called you couldn't hear. With no visible way of interaction, Hope is lost for an ever after, And my heart overweight. I wait for the day. Keep looking forward to the day we meet For the light in our eyes shall brighten the sky again, Move on forward and destiny might plan the day When both our paths entwine and merge Oh glorious day that day will be. Forever and ever after might be written on my sheet. I'll definitely wait for that day. I'll patiently wait for that day When we can indulge in our time, Go through life together like a game By earning achievements and ranks. Grow old together and gross our kin With the passion and love we share. Oh how I keep waiting for the day. When I see you out in the distance Dashing as anyone could be Not long now until we meet And say hello and I'd love to spend my time with you, Laugh and cuddle together under the mellow moon, Watch the meteor shower and end the night with a kiss. I've been waiting for the day. Lights go out and the day turns into night. A hint of light coming from a corner The curtains open and unveil I'm all alone in the moonlit night, Thinking about the days I lie waiting for you.
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Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 7:00 PM UTC
Waiting
i saw two little love birds sat up in a tree very much in love as happy as can be they would kiss each other with there little beak then cuddle up so closely touching cheek to cheek it was nice to watch as lovely as can be i sat there a while wishing it was me then they flew away up in the sky above flying side by side so very much in love
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 9:46 AM UTC
lovebirds
From a distance, the incessant chant of monsoon from south west, sounds like an old witch practising her craft, she is all evil and dark, one would think, the overcast sky her sinister cloak. But intruder under my umbrella, she is playful, I watch this coy maiden, I desired from afar, now she walks with me step to matching step, tries to entice me with her soft tunes, tender cool fingers, rubbing my cheeks, her lover's touch unmistakable, passionate, eager I shiver, she wants me to get in to her arms, cuddle. I throw away my umbrella, in boyish rumbunctiousness,  run to her her hands moving fast tickle me, pinch then a sudden embrace, making me squirm with deep pleasure I dreamt in wakeful nights. The joy of life that  the water and receptive earth evoke, loud green glee around,  in me creates goosebumps, in my dreams she comes to me and tells the secrets of nights I long for my love and me alone. Rain, the seductress, taught me the passions of living and loving she,  awakened the spirit that seeps deep in to the core of my being. **When I lay awake in monsoon nights, across my window she tangoes in fierce passion with the wind, that keeps me excited till I get absorbed in to a dream that has love as its theme.**
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Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 12:45 PM UTC
Monsoon Rain
Cuddle me sweet lover, under warm and wooly covers, towards you my body hovers, and with bodies intertwined, there is nothing but you on my mind, we could be free from this world for a time.
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 10:46 AM UTC
Cuddle
Plant a tree, Water a flower, Preserve nature. Have a purpose! Feed a bird, Cuddle a pet, Be humane to animals. Have a purpose! Save a life, Nurture an orphan, Stand up with the oppressed. Have a purpose! Count your blessings, Recite your prayers, Contemplate the universe. Have a purpose! Nurture your mind with ideas, Fill your heart with the wine of love, Dress your soul with the garment of kindness. Have a purpose! Hussein Dekmak
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Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 10:27 AM UTC
Have a Purpose
And when I pressed my back up against your chest I could feel you heart beating And when you pressed light kisses on my neck I could feel the shiver down my spine And when out mouth met I could feel the fireworks in my belly But when you held me Without even saying a word I fell in love.
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Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
Cuddle
Stumbling into ancient scripts, authored a decades plus ago, ago being a modifier of time quantities, minute or large, unspecific without an objective adjective additive, that faucets a stream of an interlocutory elocution of a batter of rooted emotional histories, but not histrionics fanciful words for dredged up memories, acute, but tarnished, powered yet worn by a cousin of ago, a/k/a, age and yet renews as of, at this very second, as if it were a first, a tumult of visions, swelling of remembrances, embodied scars, and I weep anew but not for me, as much for the resonating simpatico souls with whom they even  now vibrate with resonance of the immediacy of If not now, When? Aside: The exterior environment is noisy wet pelting of thunderstorms and ****** sheets of bulleting rain, piercing projectiles, but I am safe in the sunroom, sadly happy my dog is no longer here to shiver and tremble, cuddle and be soothed by steady stroking But I am here, wrestling with this dredging operation, digging up tons of sand that require dumping, and I ask, inquire, beg: Who will take this detritus off my hands, once more, now uncovered, now recovered, the soil is already soaked and can absorb no more, the soul is already soaked and can absorb no more, the weakened heart, damaged and occluded, suffer cannot bare twice the outrageous misfortune of unbared recollections, twice, or thrice, and I feel myself drowning in revisiting pain, **** **** **** these old poems, not nuggets, but boulders dropping from night skies, shot from a pitching machine, without letup, piercing of agonies that once ago   freshly desecrated and decorated my basic training in humanity. Enough whining: *I wrote those poems to eject out those pains, and I write this now, once more, to realize that so so many still face uncertain and unrelenting similarities, doing their own sums, and I wish them easing, strength to compose and thereby dispose of the ineloquent and eloquent words of staining suffering* 3:30am Thur July 10 2025
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Jul 16, 2025
Jul 16, 2025 at 5:39 PM UTC
Older poems, new readers, familiar thoughts...
Stumbling into ancient scripts, authored a decades plus ago, ago being a modifier of time quantities, minute or large, unspecific without an objective adjective additive, that faucets a stream of an interlocutory elocution of a batter of rooted emotional histories, but not histrionics fanciful words for dredged up memories, acute, but tarnished, powered yet worn by a cousin of ago, a/k/a, age and yet renews as of, at this very second, as if it were a first, a tumult of visions, swelling of remembrances, embodied scars, and I weep anew but not for me, as much for the resonating simpatico souls with whom they even  now vibrate with resonance of the immediacy of If not now, When? Aside: The exterior environment is noisy wet pelting of thunderstorms and ****** sheets of bulleting rain, piercing projectiles, but I am safe in the sunroom, sadly happy my dog is no longer here to shiver and tremble, cuddle and be soothed by steady stroking But I am here, wrestling with this dredging operation, digging up tons of sand that require dumping, and I ask, inquire, beg: Who will take this detritus off my hands, once more, now uncovered, now recovered, the soil is already soaked and can absorb no more, the soul is already soaked and can absorb no more, the weakened heart, damaged and occluded, suffer cannot bare twice the outrageous misfortune of unbared recollections, twice, or thrice, and I feel myself drowning in revisiting pain, **** **** **** these old poems, not nuggets, but boulders dropping from night skies, shot from a pitching machine, without letup, piercing of agonies that once ago   freshly desecrated and decorated my basic training in humanity. Enough whining: *I wrote those poems to eject out those pains, and I write this now, once more, to realize that so so many still face uncertain and unrelenting similarities, doing their own sums, and I wish them easing, strength to compose and thereby dispose of the ineloquent and eloquent words of staining suffering* 3:30am Thur July 10 2025
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We cuddle naked On a lonely island, in the sea, Where our bodies press each other On the sand, under the tree. With sound of splashing waves, Your arms tangle me, legs ready to heave. Where we make love to each other, My body under yours, we are so free.
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
CUDDLE NAKED
"Come to me," he said one night, and I will make your world alright; "I will fill your heart with love, my precious, little, snow white Dove." ~ I will calm your weary soul, never will you feel alone; Protect you from all types of harm, wrap you in my arms of warmth. ~ Cuddle you when you're afraid, give you what you've always craved; Dry the many tears you've cried, give you comfort, give you pride. ~ I will do all this for you, because my dear, I love you true; And if you should e'er need a friend, on me you can always depend.
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Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 2:21 PM UTC
~A TRUE FRIEND~
He still lives with demons that once held him tenderly when no one would be able to find the words to say that fill the glass as it is tipped back and slowly emptied of the liquor that stirs memories from the headwind that blew the lovers' hair back on the drive through autumn windy, windy mountain paths as another Queen song plays on the radio and the raindrops on the windshield tap along with fingertips against the steering wheel to Freddy Mercury and shared heartbeats. The truth is he is lying there like an open wound as he begins to measure self-worth with texting tempo and memories of last summer being too hot to cuddle with one another though it was more than enough to hold feet under the thin sheets that remember the glass once again filling with words as another drink is emptied and his head burst through clouds leaving him to hydroplane through windy, windy mountain paths as the raindrops on the windshield applaud with the demons that beckon tenderly for his return.
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Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 8:13 PM UTC
Untitled
I want to lay in bed with you No thoughts of *** Racing through my body But the only thought I'll allow tonight Is the thought of holding you Under every moonlit lullaby And let stars watch with full smiles As they witness my love for you grow I don't care what the world has I say I'd rather you call me your teddy bear Than they'll know I'm not in it for the *** The royal treatment is for you And this late night cuddle session Is only the beginning Because tonight I'm going to show you That even with my weakness I'll protect you through the night I'll be your dream catcher Your luck rabbits foot And chase away the worries of tomorrow I'll cuddle concrete I'll cuddle rose pedals But nothing in this world Could ever amount to the roaring passion I can ever feel When its your heart and soul I cuddle with Your my yesterday My every day tomorrow And the last thing I want to embrace When I fall asleep thinking of you This late night cuddle session Isn't over because I'll hold you Till the moon and sun decide to collide I love you like teddy bears love cuddling And theirs nothing this teddy bear loves more Than loving you
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC
Late Night Cuddle Session
a crocus opens and closes with the stream of midnight moon. the playmate of exhaustion crosses the room in his heavy, black boots to close the curtains. goodbye, light. goodbye, pride of lions and boy transformed into a werewolf. a scratch of larceny, the cuddle of maple leaves rotting, the magnet spinning in rocket-ship orbit. all secrets held in feathers, in hair compounded into strings of black opal, and limbs stenciling comets around five feet of woman. nothing in the talk can suffocate—a quick and easy birth of ecstasy and the emotional sidestep into the dark of slumber, seemingly feminine but dreams strong as barbed wire. when to sleep? a question finger-written on my chest.
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Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 11:18 AM UTC
pillow talk
Is there tear gas in this room? Because I can't stop crying The gas crawls down my esophagus And crushes my wounded heart. “God this hurts” I keep typing, Praying to computer screen That I'll forget the smell of your hair I type till my fingers bleed So I can forget what your touch feels like How our lips fit perfectly together. “God I hate myself” The only phrase I think of When I'm pleading for things to back to normal Back to the days Where you didn't want to to crack open my skull And see all of the ugly things That drift around my cranium “Baby please I'm sorry. I’m a mess, A klutz, who waltzes around with stupidity Baby I get this feeling in my head When you are not around I want to keep writing you these love letters By sliding them under your doors called your eyelids” But I can’t I sit alone in the bus called life Looking across my seat I see you, my love Holding onto the bar Your pretty Blue headlights That make me drawn to you Your pretty Blue headlights Covered with the rain I caused I'm a rain man, you see, when people get close to me I get scared And force the skies rain to tears with pain. The only thing that floats in my mind Is that I hope the man of you life Buys you flowers Sunflowers especially And shows up to your work unexpectedly. I hope you can travel to Paris and keep a long list of all of the countries you've cuddled in. With him. I hope you he can handle seeing the stars From your eyes every time you guys cuddle Under the moon light. I hope he can teach you how to slow dance And I hope that he can teach me On how to be a better man.
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
Klutz
Is there tear gas in this room? Because I can't stop crying The gas crawls down my esophagus And crushes my wounded heart. “God this hurts” I keep typing, Praying to computer screen That I'll forget the smell of your hair I type till my fingers bleed So I can forget what your touch feels like How our lips fit perfectly together. “God I hate myself” The only phrase I think of When I'm pleading for things to back to normal Back to the days Where you didn't want to to crack open my skull And see all of the ugly things That drift around my cranium “Baby please I'm sorry. I’m a mess, A klutz, who waltzes around with stupidity Baby I get this feeling in my head When you are not around I want to keep writing you these love letters By sliding them under your doors called your eyelids” But I can’t I sit alone in the bus called life Looking across my seat I see you, my love Holding onto the bar Your pretty Blue headlights That make me drawn to you Your pretty Blue headlights Covered with the rain I caused I'm a rain man, you see, when people get close to me I get scared And force the skies rain to tears with pain. The only thing that floats in my mind Is that I hope the man of you life Buys you flowers Sunflowers especially And shows up to your work unexpectedly. I hope you can travel to Paris and keep a long list of all of the countries you've cuddled in. With him. I hope you he can handle seeing the stars From your eyes every time you guys cuddle Under the moon light. I hope he can teach you how to slow dance And I hope that he can teach me On how to be a better man.
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Honestly, I want to spend the rest of the night, inside of you.
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Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 10:19 PM UTC
Cuddle me
All the silence does not mean You are alone, It is the world waiting for you To listen; And in the darkness you are Found by the light Of your hope. And in the tears of your Pain you are born, There you become stronger And it creates order. Pick up your flesh as your spirit Lifts, And speak your happiness As if the tip of your tongue Was the mountain's peak Speaking at the sky, The burden is a caged bird And only the conscious can set It free. And sing to yourself so that You know you are never alone In your body. Know that your crazy is beautiful Because it makes you YOU, Wear your skin like Your cozy blanket and cuddle In the warmth of yourself.      You are not broken, But scattered like the night With pieces like stars shining,     Open your pain and yourself To the wound of the world and heal Whatever you choose.
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Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 11:13 PM UTC
For The Broken
09/17/14 - 1:15 am **** "buying me pizza and touching my **** how about you take shots off my stomach and bite my lip **** "buying me pizza and touching my butt"drip ***** down my ******* and pull my hair **** "buying me pizza and touching my **** cuddle with me and listen to depeche mode or pink floyd or the smiths **** "buying me pizza and touching my **** let me read books to you as you fall asleep on my lap **** "buying me pizza and touching my **** take me out to dinner and I don't mean somewhere fancy, hell take me to an old run down diner in the middle of nowhere and then roam the streets with me at an outdoor swap meet **** "buying me pizza and touching my **** bake cupcakes with me on a Saturday evening and watch a bunch our favorite movies **** "buying me pizza and touching my **** take me on a Ferris wheel my second favorite place in the world and look at the way the moon wakes up with me **** "buying me pizza and touching my **** take me to a rooftop and tell me your greatest fears. Tell me exactly who you are, if you haven't already.i promise I'll remember. I won't be like your dad and forget your birthday. I won't be like your late sister who forgot to say "I love you" on her way out the door that one evening. I won't be like one of those people who forgot to tell how important you are everyday. But I will be your friend when you need it. You're conscience when your too strung out on all the wrong types of right. You're lover when all you want to do is too spoon so you don't feel lost tonight. You're shoulder to cry on when something goes terribly wrong. All I ask of you is that you do not, "buy me pizza and touch my **** v.m
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 4:19 AM UTC
**** "buying me pizza and touching my ****
09/17/14 - 1:15 am **** "buying me pizza and touching my **** how about you take shots off my stomach and bite my lip **** "buying me pizza and touching my butt"drip ***** down my ******* and pull my hair **** "buying me pizza and touching my **** cuddle with me and listen to depeche mode or pink floyd or the smiths **** "buying me pizza and touching my **** let me read books to you as you fall asleep on my lap **** "buying me pizza and touching my **** take me out to dinner and I don't mean somewhere fancy, hell take me to an old run down diner in the middle of nowhere and then roam the streets with me at an outdoor swap meet **** "buying me pizza and touching my **** bake cupcakes with me on a Saturday evening and watch a bunch our favorite movies **** "buying me pizza and touching my **** take me on a Ferris wheel my second favorite place in the world and look at the way the moon wakes up with me **** "buying me pizza and touching my **** take me to a rooftop and tell me your greatest fears. Tell me exactly who you are, if you haven't already.i promise I'll remember. I won't be like your dad and forget your birthday. I won't be like your late sister who forgot to say "I love you" on her way out the door that one evening. I won't be like one of those people who forgot to tell how important you are everyday. But I will be your friend when you need it. You're conscience when your too strung out on all the wrong types of right. You're lover when all you want to do is too spoon so you don't feel lost tonight. You're shoulder to cry on when something goes terribly wrong. All I ask of you is that you do not, "buy me pizza and touch my **** v.m
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i acted cool. You know, like how they do it on TV. 27 floors up, your door was unlocked. i didn't take my shoes off, that way you could see the bad *** i really am, deep down. You know, you told me you loved me. That's why I came. i believed you. Oh, how naive of you, i think back now. I sat on your beat-down chair, while you sprawled out on the floor-level couch. I was terrified, but the kids on TV are never scared. He said he loved you. No one else has ever felt that way before. He loves you, kid. You can do it. Come cuddle on the couch? Meh, maybe if i feel like it later. Play. It. Cool. i slide unto the foot of your sex-stained sofa. i can feel your feet shaking behind my back, your toes teasing my sides, poking in and out between my ribs. i know what you want, and i want it too. Keep. It. Cool. Kid. Keep it Cool. i feel my hands slip out of your tight grasp, my fingers inching their way up your leg, following the dips of your pelvic bone. What is happening? The taste of you is so foreign to me. i've never known the sweetness of another human being. Let's go to your room? Kid, it's just like on TV. Okay, yeah, i guess if you really want to. i didn't want to take my clothes off. The world was spinning, i was seeing and feeling things i didn't know to exist. What is happening? i love you. i love you, i love you. it's all over, i leave. 27 floors of shame. not only don't you love me, you don't talk to me.
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Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 11:22 PM UTC
i didn't want to take my clothes off
We held hands as time's sand passed between. Night chocked the last sun beams. Our conversation was pertinent to the dwindling red wine bottle. As the moon glazed shore began to roar, she whispered "Let's cuddle." I dropped you, holding her, and thought "Oh" and began to coddle. I wrapped myself around her like a shell to a turtle and she began to nestle on my chest. I guessed the indigestion came from the Bordeaux bottom. Boy, was I wrong. See, as I lay with her, forgetting about you, I remembered blood is thicker than water. The loves we choose are stronger than ones We've fallen into. I wasn't falling there, underneath the stars, next to the parked car. I was laying. I was contemplating as the wind was spraying the lake into the air. I came to the conclusion I was in an illusion of  love. Confounded by smoke and reflections from movie magicians. She looked up to me and I guess she could see my reality crumbling in the breeze. She asked if I was ok. My slight smile alluded I was and we laid in love until the sun's intrusion.
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC
Moonlight Disillusion
Fresh from the kennels. A whole world away.   Companion conversion for a young castaway.   A darling of distraction with irrational fears. The clumsiest canine with ever aware ears. Guardian of gourmet. Suspect of all sounds. He'll catch himself someday, spinning around. A tug of war here. A muddy mess there. A lick to the face of the humans in his care. How thrilled his tail and tremendous his teeth. How dug up the planet from paw underneath. The running for fun. The claiming of trees. The car window ride along - face full of breeze. -------------------------------------------------------- But now he's a master of "Stay!". His eagle ears succumbing to gravity's sway. Napping much more, barking much less. Now rarer the cuddle, the clean, the caress. Patch protector. Owner of no debts. A veteran of various villainous vets. Birds as trivial as the tennis ball is far. Eyes now as hazy as the indistinguishable stars. A howl at the moon. A loosening tooth. An ode to memories of a modest youth. They still love this pup. He still loves them back. May he long be remembered as he faces the black.
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Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 12:03 AM UTC
Trees
Our world has many distractions, Many of which I've known. But here am I in the midst of it all, writing a poem to whom I don't know. Most of all I love you, More than you could know. And someone out there, near or far, To you my love does flow. I cannot help but think of holding hands, Crazy dancing and smiling glances, Movie nights and games with friends, Writing notes of silly romances. I'll sing you songs, Some sincere, others silly but true, Cause I'm just that kind of person, You'd best be crazy with me too! I'll try and love your sports, and support your teams with cheering, I'll bring you snacks, and cuddle up, Though on the inside I may be leering!! I'll make you cookies and huge cakes, whipped beautifully with cream, Even with this I'll be so happy, I may believe myself to dream. Oh darling, the future feels so far, Maybe I should embrace today, but what good is that to me, When half this heart is out at bay? They think me strange, and very different, Just waiting for my prince, Forever thinking to my tomorrow, Based on parent's experience. I'm sorry mother, father, It does hardly seem fair, But for you I will continue on this journey, A life lived with special care. And they are out there, living today's life, And while they're grounded there I twirl, Waiting for you to find in me: A precious, beautiful pearl
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Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 7:59 AM UTC
To My Future Husband