I hope he can still see and feel her love through all the waves they both make.
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.
Everyday is a new day.
Another melody from my head... No in between, you're everything
He is everywhere inside me. A micropoem about confusion and worry. And a little bit of love.
The poem says perfection doesn't exist but my love for you does.
Let's carve our names in our tree! 🙂 A poem about togetherness and separation. And how badly I crave his garden. (If you're reading this, I love you if you didn't already know).
We were made for each other. Yin and yang.
I have small feet and her shoes are kinda big...
His love will scorch you. Your heart might get burned.
Island of a thousand fucking tears - depression fucking avenue - loneliness - isolation - heartbreak - unrequited love
I have enough love for his entire lifespan
I know not anything.
I need him
The lure of fucking love. A poem. A micropoem about purgatory, longing, desire.
No matter what I do he's on my mind...
Is there a special niche needed to get through to you? How much time should one have to pursue? You threw down the gauntlets and then you withdrew You said you'd be back but it's clear that we're through I could wait long hours and it's something you knew Feeling something real has been long … Continue reading Through To You
OLD PHOTO, NEW POEM! 'DETAINED' by @poeeternal He makes me want to sin But it'd be heaven I contend The way his words move under my skin I'd fall for him again and again I once made my amend While feeling silence closing in If only there were more moments to spend Would he care … Continue reading DETAINED
Who here desire that love be all one needs? Surely, I say not for me. Though love proves a clever disguise, Love does not make one wise. It preys upon the weak The mere beauty only, For purity it speaks. And I a blossom yet to bloom, This cold entraps and seals my wounds. I … Continue reading A Chapter Yet Filled
The moon and I, clothed in our own light, outcasts from the sun. We share a similar delight, that is of course the night. Alone, yet one.
I want to get lost in you so that you may find me again and when you search for me in your soul, I'll be resting there I'm just going to have a little nap between your heartbeats (c) Delia Ross. 2013. All Rights Reserved.