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yasmine Nov 2014
1:30 in the morning
on a school night,
we walked with wet feet
thru the chilly air
touching but not
so close that i could smell you
feel your thigh against mine
3:00 in the morning,
and i had to go home
it wasn't until i smelled
that familiar scent
and it wasn't until your strong arms
held me close
that i realized i missed you
  Nov 2014 yasmine
i
can you still be my king
even if some other girl
is your queen?
my world and my soul
will be complete
if you just stood in front of me,
and winked.
can you still be mine
even if you're hers?
happiness is what you deserve,
but can I be your favorite girl?
yasmine Nov 2014
thin pink lips
and dark brown eyes
strong back
and strong features

i want your arms
wrapped around me
i want your heart
to be all mine

sweet words
and loving gazes
heart felt letters
and random gifts

i want your love
and your loving shares
i want your heart
to be all mine
11/1
yasmine Nov 2014
-
here the
cold comes
with
dark days
and
heartbreak
  Nov 2014 yasmine
julius
watch me
as i undress;
pull off the sheets
of an ancient chest.
i give you now
the long lost key;
go on, my dear
and unlock me.

i know you seek
a work of art
but all you'll find
is a rusty heart
with rusty gears
that spin no more
yes, i'm broken
from the core.

"hold on," you say.
you hold my heart
and gently fix it
part by part,
then with such grace
you place it in;
working smooth
as how it's been
a billion years
before it failed;
before false love
my heart impaled.
  Oct 2014 yasmine
alex
Here are some things I know:
2+2 is always 4, in the center of an apple lies the core.
One foot is left and the other is right, you need lots of wind to fly a kite.
Puppies are soft and the earth moves slow, red means stop and green means go.
Clouds are white, the sky is blue, and I am absolutely, completely, in love with you.
Here is a happy poem for a change :) oh, and it rhymes.
© Alexandrea Biggs
yasmine Oct 2014
I never really knew what pain was like until I woke up mid-sleep and had a longing feeling for you, or when I have a dream about you and I wake up to see you're not there. I never really knew what it was like to miss someone until our fingertips stopped finding each other's warmth and our bodies didn't connect or fall together anymore. And I didn't know what it was like to love or be loved, until your eyes searched for mine in a crowded room or our thoughts connected by the way our eyes met.
I hate what you do to me.
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