a ratio of freckles to starsvirginia,you are floating away inevery direction:a universe of sunlight & marrow bonesi want to knowyour touchhad vertigo then--a certain horse sadnessi remember how youwould swallow the stars:watch them glow through your cheeks(no one told youwhat they thought of light & dyingof being a constellation drawn across your face)you are the milky way:a firefly drowningbut i will trail you--hold your coat above the water(a starexploding a million miles away with a number for a name)
There isThere is; Joy in your laughter, music in your voice Dance in your step, confidence in your stride Pride in your heart, tranquility in your mind Sweetness in your smile, fierceness in your eyes Comfort in your presence, tenderness in your embraceNothing quite compares
Dancing with the Fairies EnglandxReader Emerald leaves, orange light, Swaying bluebells, pink clouds, Rustling trees, calling birds, In the stillness of the forest. We wandered from the gravel path, Careful where we trod, Not to crush the innocent flowers, That tinted a fine fragrance. Past the great oak, Beyond the pine and beech, Our fingers entwined together, My hand locked safely in his. Great gorges and steep cliffs, We passed before an opening, Where light shone through gracefully, Catching on mysterious forms. The rosebay willowherb seeds Floated and waltzed effortlessly Through the air and caugh
A Lack of EloquenceYou told me you wanted to be a writer somedayAnd I couldn't help but wonder if you'd ever written about meI went home and tried to write something beautiful about youBut I couldn't find the wordsI don't know how to describe the kindness in your eyesOr the way your voice sends shivers down my spineOr how you linger in my dreams at nightNo matter how I string my words togetherThey never quite seem to do you justiceYou must forgive me for my lack of eloquenceAnd understand all the things I'm trying to tell youWhen at last, for all my trying, the only words I have are these:"I love you, I love you, I love you"
You are a bittersweet beauty with hips that lie.Do I crave you because I crave a intense muse?Poetry flows from my lips.My heart bruises,soul feels ripped.I still want you.I don’t need you.I want you.I want your flesh upon mine.Whiskey lips and hips that don’t lie.Bone against bone.My body is my home.Experience the bittersweet beauty.
Rising from Rock BottomWhat more can one wish for at the end of the counting of blessings? Past the limit of their greatest efforts and exhausted breaths?What love is should be tested, and if true, never broken. Immortal to beyond a dying breath, where patience is our only friend with faith.Holding hands and walking through Hell with your head high and a love for your lover coursing through your veins.Through thick and thin stays the course on which I tread, while loving you with each and every step.For better or worse, until death do we part only to later meet and love one another again and forever. Persevere, my love, for I am with you always.
BeautySmiling into the sunshine I go,the warm rays on my face as I walk.The world around me is vibrant,every color rushing to meet my gaze.The world seems as if it is waiting for me,opening its beauty to my eyes.A drop of water touches my face,from the sky they fall,bringing out new color and life.I sit in the rain as around me it falls.I would try to find the most beautiful things,but you are the most beautiful thing of all.
It hurtIt hurt you know, Falling for you.I felt very bump and bang,Every bruise and break.I tried to hold on,I tried to slow down,I tried to stop.But it was inevitable.Gravity was too much,It kept pulling me downTo you.And when I landed,When I hit the groundAt your feetI could barely breathe.It was too muchFor anyone to handleLet alone me.But I watched you reach down,And felt you pick me up.You gathered together All my broken piecesAnd worked for daysMaking me whole again.It took timeBut I finally realisedThat for me to fall down to youMeant that you Had fallen too.So once I was rebuiltI searched for your missing p
let's play pretendplease hold me close and keep your eyes shuti'll become the girl who broke your heartand you'll be the boy who broke mine
The Passing of a LifeI've got little left to say.The dust has since settled,but my memories linger on.This old mustang has gotten me far,But the reality is still stinging.I can feel your touch,I can hear your singing.By the highway streetlight I can see you,Looking down at me from the stars.I couldn't think there.The house was a hollow shell,A portrait of an old life.I sold it, packed the car, and hit the road,Running from the ghost of you.I can smell your hair,I can taste the love we had.By the salt of my tears I remember you,Smiling from across the table.I decided to drive away.To run from a cold grave,A clean marble headstone.You were
Happy Birthday Fox!Every moment spent with you, Everything which we once knew, Is now melting into the past, You and I, our futures last.Together our souls burn bright, Like a hearth and candlelight, Late night talks or daylight hours, Poems about us, or poems about flowers,Though we are so far apart. You are forever engraved in my heart, Each passing second with you, Is worth a lifetime to me.
Eternity.Love.There aren’t any words that can explain our love.You smiles with your eyes,You brighten the world with your laugh,This love sparkles brighter than the moon,And the burning sun.You lights the darknessYou stand out from the flock.Every kiss is the softest touch,This love is a soft beauty.The thought of knowing you are mineIs like a time of magicThe night we met was endless magicDancing in the moonlight is a magical momentThat I always forever cherishI will love you till infinity endsLike ying and yang, you and meEternity
AbsenceEverything I doreflects youas if you were dead:I am in mourning,the way I watch the sun rise,your face an apparitionin the windowlike a ghostthe longingin my stomachso much like loss.They say that when you die I willforget you piece by piecebut they are wrong:already I know youonly in fragmentsyour eyes in the sunlight last wednesdayyour hardness and fullnessin the doorway unexpectedthe red in your beardand the rogue silverand your puckered mouthI know your warm handsthe smell of mint and teayour peculiar vibrationsbut not the whole.So perhaps they are right:this incremental absence isa death, a dyingI am
the rich man's treasureThe rich man’s house.At the peak of a tall, tall mountain, a house can be found; A house bigger than any building in the surrounding area. At first sight, it looks abandoned; plants growing out of the walls, crackling statues, an awful stench, and the worst of all, no symmetric placing.But, once you would enter the door of this broken down mansion, a spectacle had unraveled before your eyes. A single fountain is found at the exact center of a big mossy salon. It looks like it had been made at least a decade ago, crackled, but still very, very noticeable. You stare amazed at the way it look’s, beautiful statues surround the foun
Strings of Support and 'Nipz'Nigh, one who is a force to be respected, the string that keeps the universe together,interesting, with her kind nature and understandable motivations and ambitions.Perhaps in-mind, she may dislike the abstract concept of such peculiar poetry,postponed, I may be, if this symbolic poem is to reach her ears.Also, I must not lose track of the fact that I am expressing my deepest friendloveship to my dear friend. :P(I even forgot to rhyme that half!)Really, like a bluebird in a Blackpool tree, her nest is her safe haven,only leave, she must, if Nazis were to elect Justin Bieber as their king.Consider, in fact, that she takes the time to
Once upon a timeOnce upon a timeWhen it's getting toughThere's one thing that you needOne thing, we call LoveOnce upon a timeWhen you can barely standThere's one thing that you needYou only need a FriendOnce upon a timeWhen you seem to looseAlways rememberI'll be here with you
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