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hannah 1d
i always loved rap, drill, and trap more than any music genre out there
like lil peep, central cee, and travis scott.
then one day, you ranted about how much you loved maroon 5
and ever since that day, it was your favorite song from them, “she will be loved” that i’ve been listening to until my earphones wear out.

i was never a big fan of donuts, especially the chocolate flavor.
it was always too sweet for my liking, that’s all.
until i saw you eat a chocolate donut, the only flavor of donuts you like.
from that day on, i always got myself a chocolate donut every time i craved something sweet.

art was something i absolutely ****** at.
i tried and tried but i always ended up failing miserably.
that was until i saw you show off your drawings, ones of your favorite characters.
since then, i’ve been practicing and practicing until i could finally draw and paint you, my favorite piece of art.

i never really saw a reason to be happy in my life;
it was always the same cycle of betrayal, broken trust, and so on.
but then i saw you dancing happily in the rain as you were listening to all your favorite songs
and starting then, i finally found a reason for me to love life:
seeing your happiness— and just you, entirely.
xia Jul 23
And when I look at him, I just wonder,
Was existence always this beautiful?
I wish I could slow down time and simply stare
At the personification of a star
That stands so effortlessly in front of my insignificance.
I wish I could touch you
But alas,
Flesh burns in the presence of the sun.
to a simple crush.
Cheyenne Jul 23
(I wrote a new poem and it really means something to me so I thought I would share it.)


I want you to make love to me,
But not for why you think.
It’s not just for lust,
Or just a feeling my body craves.

I want you to make love to me
Because I crave to feel all of your skin
Pressed against my own bare flesh.

I want you to make love to me
To calm all of the thoughts in my head
That try to make me doubt your pure intentions.

I want you to make love to me
And speak beautiful words from your perfect lips,
So they can drift into my ears like music.

I want you to make love to me
Because I long for the light touch,
And kisses that will come before the fire.

I want you to make love to me,
While I tell you all these rough fantasies,
But want this at the very same instant.

I want you to make love to me
As I admire just how handsome you are,
Through the light shining in through the window.

I want you to make love to me
So I will be held and taken care of
Once you have ruined me in the best ways.

I want you to make love to me
Because I want you to understand
Just how much love I will always have for you.

I want you to make love to me
For all of these alternate reasons.
But I have no words to speak to make you realize what I mean.
So I wrote you this stupid poem instead.


I love you
Whitewolf Jul 6
In the deep sea, where a single ray fell,
I saw your eyes — glowing like precious pearls.

How many thunders must have rumbled...
to craft such lightning into your form?

You wear the hue of a goddess in dance,
and in a single blink,
I was captured —
as if a million stars gathered
just to swirl beside your ear.

Not in seven notes of music,
nor in the seven realms of existence,
have I ever heard anything
like the melody of your laughter.

The wind that touched your hair
became the breath of life itself.
The breeze that kissed your skin —
even the trees shivered and laughed with joy.

Perhaps day and night were born
only to compete for a glimpse of you.

What drunken trance was God in,
to create you with such beauty?

Did He kiss you with rain
to quiet His own longing,
after crafting a flower like you?

Even a withered flower
gains fragrance
just by sharing the air you exhale.

Was it just to witness your beauty
that God gave man the gift of sight?
Or was it jealousy,
that made Him lock flowers behind fences —
so none may rival you?

With so much desire in His design,
why, then, did He leave you alone on Earth?

How angry might He be,
watching me gaze upon you with such longing?

Yet I feel no fear,
only a tiny hesitation in my heart...

O daughter of the Divine —
Even if it takes a thousand lifetimes of penance,
I shall win your love
as a blessing earned.
Kalliope Jun 28
You look so pretty when you're talking to me,
and just for a second, I want to see what you see.
'Cause if you saw yourself in the way that I do,
you'd realize your worth-
and maybe I'd realize mine too
If I let you borrow my eyes, would you return them unscathed?
mysterie Jun 28
she is
glorious --
in that golden-hour
type of way.
it looks like
she was dipped
in the kind of light
that you can't touch,
but admire.

i listen intently
as she talks about
boys
like she's reading it
from a script
that fits her mouth
almost too
easily.

and i sit there,
i smile and nod,
trying not to look
at her lips
when she stops
paying attention to
my eyes.

she says im her favourite,
her safest place,
her soul sister even --
and i say..
"me too."
yet it still aches
like a confession
i can't give
to her.
to anyone, really.

she's glorious.
and i love her
in the quietest form --
the one that
lets her go
every day
without thinking about
telling her
i ever wanted to
stay.
why do gay girls fall for straight girls? it *****.
date wrote: 28/6
Aaamour Jun 12
sunflowers bloom, sun shines
holding hands together, her head on my lap
as these moments pause, ignoring all her flaws
as she smiles with her eyes filled with 1000 daises
as her cheeks become red, she shines brighter than stars
nightingales jealous of her voice
vision blinded by love, memories filled with her
in this world filled with darkness she’s my only light
she's had such an impact on my life I started writing poems
Kalliope Jun 10
I think you're beautiful
From your soul to your toes
And though you don't like it,
I love your big nose
I think you're pretty,
stealing glances at me
My cheeks will get rosy but
I'll pretend I don't see
I think you're handsome,
with the strength that you carry,
a light as bright as yours,
takes a lot of effort to bury
I think you're beautiful when you feel that you are not,
seeing you smile- I loved that alot
I think you're gorgeous,
a compassionate man,
dealt lackluster cards yet
creating the upper hand
I think you're beautiful
In all that you do,
And when I picture future me?
She's sitting right next to future you.
Words unsaid can't haunt me if I say them and stop worrying about the outcome
Aphrodite Jun 10
She holds a box, a sacred place,
Wrapped in mystery, warmth, and grace.
A whisper deep, a velvet flame,
That draws the wild and speaks no name.

It opens not for just a key,
But truth, and touch, and reverie.
A temple carved in silken skin,
Where both storms and dreams begin.

To know her box is not to take,
But feel the quake the stars awake—
A gift, a gate, a world untamed,
Forever hers, though never claimed.
In box full of hearts
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