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Thomas EG Sep 2016
His smile captivates me...
It's been so long
Since I've felt pure joy
But when I hear him laugh,
When he pulls me closer,
Something inside of me
Clicks into place

I know that I love him
It's obvious to anyone
With functional eyeballs...
He creeps into my mind,
Crawls over my heart,
Again and again
And teases me to surrender

His hands, his mouth,
His gentle tools of expression...
We make love,
And it really is love,
And I am content

Life still gets rough
And I still break down
But he is there for me
Waiting, always,
On the other side
Like he has been
This whole time

He is important
We are important
And, although he blinds me,
I can see clearer than before
And I see the truth

He makes me blush,
Turns my cheeks pink,
He knows just what to say
When I get stuck
And I will love him
Until fate decides
Otherwise...
The girl's mouth is so sweet,
A taste that nothing can beat.
Every boy comes and flies past
Each like the last.
Just wanting a taste
That all the other guys chase.
She's got a body that's for sure,
Since all the boys want what's under her shirt.
They all leave their mark,
Not worrying about her heart.
The most important ***** of all,
Treated like it's worthless and small.
But why worry about that
When she doesn't look half bad? When she has some sweet lips
And those banging good hips?
©BeYourImperfectness
Pardeep Aug 2016
the words of judgement
spurring out of your mouth
doesn't hurt the one being judged
the way it reveals your insecurities
there is an illustration with this, but I can't place it here. you can check it out on my instagram or Facebook page
sayona Jul 2016
do you remember what you said?
or do the words taste so bitter in your mouth,
that you don't even like to remember?
Evan Jun 2016
When she opened her mouth,
every color came out.
I was -*colorblind
That One Guy Jun 2016
Words float
Through my head
Though they do not escape,
If I were to give them my voice
I'd be hanging
By the neck.

You pollute the room
With absent minded words,
Yet you expect an audience
To applaud
The things you spew.

Behind my back
Speaking words of wisdom,
Noone likes a prophet
Who can't open his mind,
Before his mouth.
Pretty girl May 2016
They always have something to say
Half the time the don't believe what they're saying and the other half they don't know what they're saying
They talk just to keep their mouths moving
It is boredom and hunger that keeps their teeth clicking and their tongues wiggling
They want attention so as long as someone is listening they flap their lips and spew anything they can think of
Viseract Mar 2016
If I could just have honesty
I wouldn't need apologies
You wouldn't need to waste more breath
And wouldn't have my hostility

When all you do is lie
It's like it's your favourite past-time
Your lips are thin and you lie right through
Your teeth and I'm so done with you!

I'm sick of trying to find the truth
When you lie so much and really let loose
Your lips just flap and air rushes out
Of that horrendous hole you call a mouth!

I'd like to close it with my fist
Because you're just so ******* ignorant
You are so much like  Donald Trump
You just talk **** and preach your innocence!
So sick of tyring to decipher what is real and what is a lie... with you, there is almost no difference
Kate Willis Mar 2016
Somber eyes
Fastened mouth
Broken fingers
As I stare out my bedroom window at the sky-
At an unidentifiable moon that seems to faintly glow behind its shadow.
Unknown to the rest of space,
Unknown to me.
This is a continuation, or the beginning (not middle) of "Ending to a Poem about Existence"
Julie Grenness Mar 2016
I only open my mouth, it seems,
To offend, by changing feet,
Born with foot in mouth disease,
Don't take any notice, please.
Feedback welcome.
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