Tag love poetry
Beautiful as the sky
Beautiful as the ocean,
and the mountains way up high
Beautiful as the stars,
that shine so very bright
Beautiful as the moon,
that’s lighting up the night
Before we met I knew
That somehow, some way,
You were mine.
Through foggy, disjointed
Sleeping images
Your hand touched mine
And I felt the heat.
but I want to be your last
I don’t care what’s happened before
the past is the past
I was the constellation you had spent your life
Raking the heavy, patterned sky for,
We both emitted the light
Needed to save one another,
I wanted to capture a moment of our time together,
Maybe a faint chuckle of yours,
Or a single teardrop that traced your cheek when
You said you must go home now
And I must seek a new adventure,
my mind seems to wonder,
is this the sunshine?
or lightening and thunder?
Is this the dream
or simply a phase?
From what I can see,
we have limited days.
over sips of Chianti
in sunlight shadows
and he believes her
silver lined promises
He closes his eyes
wanting her words
to be true, yet he knew
she was only
being true to herself
No matter what I say,
I cannot bring him to erase,
That cold December day.
The day was sad and wearisome,
It chilled me to my core,
I’d known that something would go wrong,
Though I could not be sure.
I’d felt so tired and lonely, still,
My heart had ached for him,
Beneath the Christmas trim.
Dedicated to: Aseel Kawash
Have I ever mentioned
The hot chocolate you invented?
Thick and a little sugary
Poured into the wrong cups
By the scatter of our weekly magazines
Have I ever told you
I’ve forgotten the orange-redness
Of my hair when I was younger?
I wish I’d chosen dye more wisely
Yet your drawings of me
Of the smile I attempted horribly
And the fiery, red curls
Made me feel less foolish
I always believed time would cease
At the blissful age of sixteen
I saunter through a dreamland fantasy
in steamy waters of ecstacy
my heartbeat quickens
my pulse races
In an amber moon your face I see
A sudden rush of pleasure enchants me
as a soft night breeze gently flows
palm trees sway
a free spirit plays
In a midnight dream you call to me
It has its ups and downs
You build me to the highest peak
But then I plummet down
You twirl me through the loop-de-loops
So I can’t catch my breath
And when you freeze us upside down
I’m falling to my death
I never know what’s happening
Until we’re at the end
But when you say it’s over I find
I want to go again
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