If love were blind
Run your fingers along
the braille of my lips
You would read me so well.
I was afraid when he came close to me. I could feel is warm breath. He looked deep into my eyes and started stripping off my layers one by one without even touching me. He stripped away my worst fears, my greatest insecurities and everything else that was keeping me from falling in love with him. Then, he wrapped my soul with his love and if that's not intimate, I don't know what is.
You whispered into my ears
Through those heart-wrenching, stormy nights...
As I felt your seeping, lingering fears...
So I understand your reason when you...
Y el placer desdeñando, no me era
grato el reír de un astro, ni el silencio de la aurora, ni el verdecer del prado.
También faltaba el ansia de la gloria del pecho, al que inflamar tanto solía, pues la borró el amor por la belleza.
Desatendí el estudio acostumbrado
y lo creía vano, porque vano
cualquier otro deseo imaginaba.
¿Cómo pude cambiar de tal manera
y que un amor borrara otros amores?
En verdad, ¡ay de mí! , cuán vanos somos.
Mi corazón tan sólo me placía,
y de un perenne razonar esclavo
espiaba el dolor que lo embargaba.
La vista fija en tierra o abstraída, insoportable me era ver un rostro fugitivo, ya fuese hermoso o feo,
pues temía turbar la inmaculada,
cándida imagen en mi ...
"You have beautiful eyes"
I wish he could feel the pain masked by them
"Because I like talking to you"
I wish he could love listening to me
"You are one of a kind"
I wish you and I were Us
"Maybe we needed that break"
Maybe we didn't
He is the kind of guy they recite
poems about. He is my synonym
for happiness. There's something
about him that makes him stand
out from the crowd. The way he
describes me feels like I was never
broken. He talks to me in words
and I listen to him with feelings.
His mere presence makes my
world a better place.
Orchestra a symphony
Perfect timeless melody
skin to skin
Once more a naked rhyme
My body danced insanely
In the dark
There was you
In my mind
In my heart
Every bit of you
Our endless talks
Till 5am in the morning
In my eyes
Those days were gone
And all I had to live with are
When some one loves you .🌠
They not only love your body,
Infact they will see beauty in your inside.
They will not love only your good behavior , they will always apologize you even when u behave badly to them.
Even if you don't buy gifts, stillthey will love you by saying u are only the gift I always want.
They will keep thinking about you, they will worry even u both are not together,will keep praying for your good future.
There are always two side one keep forgiving & other will keep showing you your mistake's .
One keep waiting and other just moved on , one still care and love but other just go with flow .
There are very few, very few.....
It's hard to find love but more harder is to l...
The trust I give, in knowing me
I do not give lightly
I revealed to you what few know
In the hopes you'd understand me
The power I gave you
Could shatter me
Yet, I regret nothing.
I gave it all freely, and willingly
In the hopes you'd see me.
These weeks spent apart from you made me slowly forget that familiar face of yours. Looking at our pictures terrifies me as I slowly wonder who is that familiar stranger next to me. Why am I smiling so brightly next to him?
I am scared that I might thoroughly forget all about you and us.
I miss your early mornings,
When I wake up with you and roll around in the bed.
I miss your lazy ass not wanting to get up from the bed.
I miss how we two brush in that tiny bathroom,
Each trying to get a glimpse in the mirror.
I poop while you shower like no one is in the same room.
I miss how comfortable we both are,
Miss driving you to work while you doze on and off,
I miss our long drives fighting small to play each other's music,
I miss our interesting talks about everything possible,
I miss how you break my arguments everytime with simple logic.
I miss our long weekend plans,
Our unplanned hikes,
Pushing you to hike further more,
I miss sitting in the middle of the forest,
Just you a...
I love Jane Austen.
Along with all her satire and wit,
She taught me something preposterous.
She taught me to hope against all sanity
That the person I love
Loves me back.
She gave me insipid courage.
Courage to hold on to loving.
Someone that doesn't love me back.
He's there for me,
Nobody could ruin this journey..
Hours together, rough, firm, forceful, breathtaking
Happy, firey, passionate loving...
We are miles from perfect
But that's fine with me...
Perfect isn't really the place for us..
He holds me..
To his heart
He fought for me, when I didn't deserve him....
I will make sure he knows that his heart is beautiful..
and his worth is high....
Separated by a void, the deepest and most sense one, that comprised of plain hollowness, miles apart; a body was devoid of breaths. The salient loneliness accompanied the darkness into a strange whirlpool of fate and circumstances that not just drenched, but drowned in it, the helpless bodies that were breathing the most toxic life of all, already dead from inside.
The dark waters I once loathed in, resenting them all this while though, now look aesthetically pleasing somehow. I suffocate and choke with every endless breath I inhale, one that seems to last till eternity. The mere contemplation of oblivion dawning upon me one fine day doesn't flurry me at all now, as it did once when your ga...
There was a calling in his eyes
Which she couldn't ignore
There was a spark between them
Which he adored.
But they lived in a wrong timeline
She knew, "He couldn't be mine."
He couldn't get over
With his lost broken heart.
And she was bound to another man
Whom she once loved.
They fell apart eventually
Because you can't eat
The forbidden fruit but taste it.
All she had then was
His memories and
Her touchscreen phone
Full of his images
But it never let her touch
His cheecks anymore.
Mil gentes, mil vidas, mil sombras... Rodeado de mil luces, mil sonidos, mil penas (¿alegrías?)... Y tan terriblemente solo... Es en estos momentos que la soledad es más sólida, más brutal. Casi inverosímil, sin tantos miles, la soledad es menor, más llevadera y menos solitaria...