41. Let Love Grow
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit it
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit it
Very well done. And I would like to live in a place like that too. As a matter of fact, in my own world, I do.
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I love you so deeply
I love you so much
I love the sound of your voice
And the way we used to touch
I like the poem..
I like the way she or he express his love to his special someone which the vice versa of my personality I'm having a difficulty in expressing my thoughts and my real...
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There's something about
how the sea draws me in
much like your eyes
even though I know I could drown
I don’t want attachment.
I want love.
I don’t want you to be
I heard your voice,
I saw you grin,
I tasted your lips,
I breathed you in,
In cracked skin
and calloused hands
morning light
and greying hair
If I could close my eyes and make a wish
The only thing worth asking for is just one kiss
Because I thought about it since the day you walked in my life.
There's no way to deny how I'm feeling inside
A guy that loves you truly willing to wait for the right time and respects your decision as well.
You and me are one of a kind,
You and me are a perfect kind.
We can't do everything forever,
But I wish we could do everything together.
Simple but perfect. I love it. I can definitely relate to this. Sometimes it's hard to put our heart into it because we are afraid of what could happen when someone else controls the easiest...
Drowning my heart with his eyes,
Conjuring passion that never dies,
So irresistible the pair of green,
Engraved on my mind a beautiful scene,
The thing is:
Love will break you.
That is a guarantee.
Yet at the same time,
Wow! This is too cool. I really like it. And I really agree. Very good job.
There is a beautiful world where I can see your face,
It exists only between time and space
Time shreds space like worn out fashion,
And leaves us desperate for our precious compassion
So beautifully written.
Your eyes are fire.
Their image burnt into my soul,
Scarred by beauty.
My best friend Wendy wrote a poem about our mutual friend, Lyndon, who died on September 25th 3 years ago. So sadly 1 year later, Wendy, my dearest and best friend, committed suicide. I have...
I don’t think
she is perfect.
She is flawed and broken
like the rest of us.
None of us are perfect, but it's great when we find the perfect one for us.
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.