Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Do you remember that I love you? When I'm angry and sad and apathetic. When the ghost over my shoulder tells me you don't care
By Ian Hazelton8 years ago in Poets
You can have me when you want me Even if I'm just a toy, flaunt me You're free of flaws Your words are my laws and I'm forever yours
By Duanyell Williams8 years ago in Poets
I’ve tripped and fallen, thoughts clipped of their wings but never blessed with holy water. I’m afraid of you and what you do,
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
The sun's just setting and I'm sitting on the back of my all black Wrangler Thinking... Thinking about where to go when I skip town tonight...
Tick tock out of luck brittle from words to skin I am what I am and I'm as breakable as you Tick tock out of love
The sun’s heat Reached its peak The day she ran. Bare feet leaving holes In the story he told, Of late romance In the woods
By Katrina Thornley8 years ago in Poets
He loves me like he's never going to let go. I am not used to this. His arms cradle my fragile body as though he wishes harm to never touch my sensitive skin.
By Allison Rasp8 years ago in Poets
Green eyes stare into black, But the gleam I once saw is gone. The slight glow of mischief among our friendship Has faded, and suddenly, I don't recognize you.
By Jenny Lynn8 years ago in Poets
Cotton, you were the quiet shoulder I slept on. A trustworthy whisper from the past, the only person I ran to, when all I had were coins of despair.
That awful sound, the ringing bells of a twisted victory, casts a darkness in our youthful cheeks, and it burns so bright,
The night we first met, I instantly knew I would not stop thinking about you for at least a week At least Night time swimming and conversation brimming with purpose
By Nicholas Goodman8 years ago in Poets
The thorn to your rose, beautiful from a distance, with delicate features, and a touch of death. The heel to your black shoes,
