Describe LovePoems here.... Is there anything so beautifull as love that can never be? i can't wait Oh Oh Oh come to me come here i can't wait till we meet again.. i can't wait till our sweet lips tuch i can't wait till our tounge melt together i can't wait till our arms meet and never part i can't wait till out energy tips and splashes into a rambo of love i can't wait i just so can't wait cant you?
Can't close my eyes or I'll see your face Can't unsmile cause you told me not to Can't fall asleep for you're in my dreams na na na na Can't say your name cause the tears will fall Can't forget you wind Let me i know i know you're too young for love all you want is kisses all you need's a dove but maybe maybe that's not who i am let me pretend i'm in love with you man that i am not let me pretend i'm in love with you man. I sit here, trying to write a poem (for you) but,
every word I can come up with
is either
schmaltzy
or
a cliche
or
cyptic
or maybe
just so syrupy even I can't write it down.
Apparently, the most effective way to say how I feel is to not say it at all, but to say instead
that I can't say it.
pant pant pant pant I want you in my pants, we'll spend the night together! have fun forever Pant pant pant pant! -a poem to Curi Perrine by Nicholaas Travell Vallee. My black sandals resemble summer and my white tank top bares my shoulders to the breeze I wake up to the wind I fall asleep to deathly silence, stillness I get tangled in the sheets You woke up somewhere beside me Tangled in the sheets tangled in me Fingers tangled in the coils of my hair barely awake trying to decide whether we are modern art two colors clashing perfectly two shapes running into each other striking at the perfect angle moment inside some precomposed frame barely awake doing mathematics in our heads do you plus me equal perfect? or do we not equate at all I want to be your modern art blend our colors together swirl our fingers in the paint forget the math and just remain barely awake. Afraid of the "What If's" confused, wondering why when all i've been wanting has finally come into my life i feel like rejecting it i stop, right before anything gets too serious afraid of what might happen and then am dissapointed when the moment is over i lose my chance, until the next time when it starts again and i start to feel weighed down wondering why just when i'm happy being alone do i meet someone like you... ~Jasmine S. Love is (I think) When you stop counting. When you stop counting how many days it was since he emailed you and take the same number to respond. Love is I think When you think about him and dream about him and it's a good dream No actually I don't know what love is. I write I love poem For you You don't want it So I cast it Into the fire And start anew A cold poem this time Again, no luck I try again I write more It's better this time The first one was best. And I still remember I remember it for you
Your arms are around me your hands all over me you eyes meet mine you look deep into my soul, and find all my hidden secrets the way i gaze at your face, makes you smile, a gentle smile the way you delicately touch me makes me tingle, the way you talk to me as though i am real, the way you love me as though i am special, they make me realize you are a dream and i am asleep soon to wake and find the harsh reality hit me...
Forever Yours You don't want need love But you're perfect and so... I'm forever Yours At least until July. I want to see your face so close to mine i want to feel your arms around me i want to feel your kiss upon my lips i want to know you love me because i am me inside and out i want to be sure that this feeling inside is real, for you and me i want to know that everything is alright or if its not, how can we make it alright once again? i miss you i don't know what i feel i know that i haev feelings for you please tell me what to do i want to be yours, forever. I have rose petals, dried and put in a bowl To remember you, and your attachment to them So when are you coming back? (Probably when I'm going away) Our lives are buses and trains, Lipstick and old cinemas -- falling apart Bittersweet... unstable.. How much I love you when I'm going in a different direction How much I long for you When I am running away. Perhaps we should meet up later? Like Casablanca With nothing to hold onto Except for "Paris", the old nostalgia Like the petals scattered on my bed These illusions have given us hope And I hope that when I stop flying away You'll come down and wait, somewhere familiar You'll say that you never left (Neither did I) Feed me tea and old dreams, Maybe you'll listen to mine Or maybe with you, With me all the time, I won't have to say Anything at all.
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