Dreaming of his kiss...
Checkmate, please. A Queen who loves her Knight.
An early morning easy rhyme love poem for the one...
Thinking of you...
Friday afternoon freestyle freeform 🙂 + a few added snaps because it's my birthday weekend!!! 😃
I'd wait for you forever but I need you now, tomorrow, forever, in any way but this way.
Poem about love and devotion, the greatest subject of all. 😚
I need him like Earth needs our Moon, my soul is in an eternal swoon.
It's a blues song in my head. 😊 A poem about confliction and taking the right road when you don't know what road to take so you take them all instead, including the wrong ones, regrettably.
My love was made for you.
He makes me high. FACT.
The poem says perfection doesn't exist but my love for you does.
Letting go is so hard. I can't. I love him. I shouldn't but I do... 😦
We were made for each other. Yin and yang.
It's possible love makes one completely delusional but what is life without hope!?!
I need him like a drug, like the very air I breathe.
The problem with being a fallen angel is sometimes you bite when you don't mean to. Sometimes we cast the wrong spell & summon the wrong demons inside us. (The truth is, I never want to hurt him. I just want to love him the way I was intended to love him).
I have small feet and her shoes are kinda big...
His love will scorch you. Your heart might get burned.
I have enough love for his entire lifespan
My love for him just keeps growing
An oath or promise or plea. A love poem. 😊
All the things I've done and want to do. Truth is, I only want you. A tragic poem which contains an ounce of hope. My life is a Shakespearean tragedy. 😊
I need him
The lure of fucking love. A poem. A micropoem about purgatory, longing, desire.
I hope it's okay to post a poem about roads, cuz no matter the path, you wind up at the same destination. I'd like to keep writing.
I tried but failed
Why are simple things so hard to find?
Sometimes he thinks of me... (a poem)
I'll have a double shot please
What you want is right before your eyes...
Nothing excites me more than you...
The world sleeps It passes noise for confusion Sleep for delusion Death it still creeps © Delia Ross. 2019