I need him
Yearning
I need him
Dark Alleyway
The lure of fucking love. A poem. A micropoem about purgatory, longing, desire.
Grant me a Pardon
No matter what I do he's on my mind...
Through To You
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…
DETAINED
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…
A Chapter Yet Filled
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…
Outcasts
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.
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