And Never After

Oh, how the days age, as my heart will forever stay young.

Between your soft skin, looks of love, and a kissable pout, nothing is left for me to say. 

And yet here I speak of it.

Again,

Again.

There won't be a day where I am not to put your beauty on the throne,

Because it has made me look,

And it is the reason we are here standing on this ground now.

Forget about past heartache,

And help me wipe these tears off.

The explosion of emotion that are here,

Whenever you are near,

Are at times too much to bare,

But I am not to leave, unless you choose to push me away.

Let me show you what a gentle hand may do,

And we might both be lucky enough to find a happily ever after...

Short One

Another day passes, 

another night rises.

And my heart has still been robbed by you.

What will you do? What will you say?

If it all turns to sense I might understand.

Until then, I will pick each sunflower that could be close to your beauty,

Just to show you how much you mean to me in this world.

And I will hope it matches your soul,

And how beautiful you really are,

As alive as you are.

Just a Reminder

I would write you a poem, but words only make sound in your heart.

If days were counted, 

The ones I dream,

Write,

Or merely think of you,

They would be past too much by now.

The care I have in this world is bare,

But the one I carry for you shines from within.

These words,

Let them guide you in the darkness of the night,

And never fear,

For my hand is here to hold,

And my shoulder is to lean on.

But only for you.

For you and no one else.

Craving You

Your neck, your hands, your cheeks, your lips. Still I am left wondering which one has given me the greater hunger.

I adore your presence, and what it makes my body go through. There is a rush once our tongues touch, and a sweet taste once my lips are near your neck.

I will need more of this medicine to cure the ache I've been left with from before.

I can feel it working.

And my heart is racing.

Just let me devour all that is you and I promise nothing else will matter in this world.

I imagine the taste that is you is sweeter than the nectar you might find on trees, on fruits, and any sweets you adore.

I adore all that is you more.

Much more than you've beared with before.

Lost, Yet Again

The hunger I hold for you has made my throat ache.

The image of your body against mine plays on repeat and the control I thought was once there lost itself in the song of your touch.

I can beg your eyes to leave but they've imprinted themselves in my head and now all there is left of beauty is you.

I cried many nights before, of what it would feel like if someone gave me the time to show them what love means to a fool like myself.

And I find you here, in front of me, and I never wanted any less than to make you feel as beautiful as you are, body, mind, soul.

Oh, the night, and how it helps me imagine how my body would react to being near yours as the moon rises above us all. Would a hug give the comfort, would a kiss on your hip bone change your heartbeat, and would your breath accelarate as I come near you.

I wish to find that out one day,

Until then hug me tight, do not let go,

Put your head against me, and show me what the meaning of love is.

Only Mine, Only Yours

I see more in your eyes than I could ever find in his.

It was chaos.

I was lost, and thought he had been my guide through this life I've become part of.

I learned the hard way,

 through tears that never dried, sleepless nights, and thoughts of this "man" as the higher good.

I see now how wrong I've been.

Instead of darkness the Sun is finally up,

This will not be my guide, because no longer will i feel as though I need a person to guide me, but a friend through it all.

The pain, the happiness, the tears, the jokes..

I hope you stay for a while.

I am yet to learn what my kiss will do to you,

And only you will taste my lips...

I Hope You Blush Tonight

And those lips,

The lips that taste od cigarettes and dreams, 

Made me hold your fragile heart and wish to never let go.

The taste of coffee once aroused my senses, but not as much as the taste of your neck on my lips.

I've easily become weak for your hands, and how much there is left for them to discover. 

Mine patiently wait,

while you go over each image I procure with my words.

The  modesty of your movement somehow turns me into a timid lover, whom I've never been before.

But from now on, your hands will beg to be glued onto mine, and your teeth will want nothing more than the bottom lip of mine.

With this path, you will send chills down my spine, and make me want to kiss every part of your body I am yet to discover. 

And the blush will be there again,

 imagining my lips tattooed onto your cheeks,

As I wait for more of the warmth yours give,

the burns your touch leaves,

And the passion your eyes mean.

I will always want more as long as you let me be yours,

 and as long as you want to be mine.

Only mine.

Sunflowers Brighten The Nights

I leave the door open for your soul to enter,

And as I do, I learn much more than was given to me at the start.

The finish line so far, at times too close,

Pulls me closer and makes my body function like a trigger. 

I hope you know how much life those lips give me,

And how much brightness has been near me since that door was left open.

If you'd like, open the windows as well, for I want nothing more than the sunshine radiating of the canvas that is your body.

Talk is Cheap

The dreams that made me lose sleep are slowly disappearing into the distance, and all I see is ones that make my nights worth the hours.

To be near you brings my heart skips, and makes my skin burn as if it has been through fire and flames. No, my cheeks shall never reach the shade of rose as yours do anytime I come near. 

Eye contact shows the intensity and how near we feel if even at this lost beginning, where mistakes are to be made and much is to be learned. If learning means memorizing every curve of your body and soul I wish to stay for another lifetime. A kiss where blush is to stay, and coming from you, sends shivers down my spine, and makes me want to move closer.

Closer.

Until the point where there is no greater feeling than the comfort of my touch. Lips, sealed, but share a smile or two with me, and make me want to kiss your beautiful face with such passion I am yet to yearn for. I promise the hunger for your beauty will grow with each day, and I want nothing less than for you to feel at least close to same. Not now. Not tomorrow. But promise me you will share your soul with my cracked hands as time grows on us.

Your eyes.

Oh, those eyes.

They make any contact with you that much more powerful. I see a strong woman, but one that could use another to guide through what is known as romance or rather love. I know less about it each day I away far from you, so come a little closer and we might be able to learn.

The night is calling me yet again, but stay for a while.

This is only the beginning to a new chapter of our young and lost lives.

Repetition

I wish to feed on sleep these nights.

Oh, how toxic those hands felt around my neck but they gave me what I had been missing at that time. To have given you my all would be no less than the truth, but in return I never reached your respect, which is all I yearned for.

I hope one day you learn the pain you've brought me, because it breaks me to this very day, and makes me drown in tears I thought had been long gone by now.

Help me gain control of these emotions and let me lose yours. All they do is feed off of my happiness. So leave, and never come back, I need my heart back so I can learn to love again.

And again.

And again.

Really Bad Writing

The feeling of loneliness comes with power. But sometimes our hearts need a warmer touch to reach the exceeding energy it has to light up this world.

I've grown fond of your silhouette, and it brings me nights with dreams of purity and passion. I still fear to reach out completely and break free of this shell i've built, but this could be a time of enlightment; a time when I learn to love again.

I'm sure appreciation of your beauty is a sign of affection, and how my body goes rush after rush with the image of your thoughts.

Life might turn scary some nights, but at least tonight it has made me believe in good and all that is you coming along with it.

Blue, You Say

My heart is confused as ever, and the next step will stay as the past one. But for the first time in a long time I do not mind.

There you stood, smiling, not even questions how we got here. But it felt beautiful, natural. It had a flow I had never before seen around, and now the Sun seems to shine brighter. Maybe to stay, rather not to go, let me lose myself in your beauty and I will be freed from the shackles of this world. The night offers kindness and makes your words come to life. To say this to stay purely platonic would be a lie, and the dreams you have are shared with mine: all of eternal happiness.

So let me guide you, as you guide me through these moments at a time, and I promise the world will stop to hear the whispers coming from your lips, as they make my heart wish you would be closer, more near. 

Is It?

What is this new feeling bruising my skin? It must not yet be your lips and how they change my skin from a pale purple undertone, to a bright, pink sheen that proves the bloodflow to be real; even in a person like me.

I stay in awe, for that is all one could do at this point. And I wait with a cocked gun as to see what is one to do?

Do I aim for your heart and steal nothing less, or am I to rather watch your every move until completely prepared to do so?

For now it is too soon to say. 

Give me yet another day,

Just another day.

I Wish You A Long Life, Though.

Your love must've made me sick to give me the idea you wished to stay by my side.

Your love is in luck; I wish nothing more than to keep our hearts as far as those who are meant to be with wish to seperate. The promises that were unspoken were still there, and my heart thought that it was almost broken when, truth be told, it stayed there; frozen in time. I hope you find eternal happiness the night you join the future bed come to be known as your grave, for that will be the only time from which my heart will choose not to ache. 

Another Cry For Help

How is it that everytime your eyes show themselves in my presence, my eyes water and my fists clench.

Whether anger or affection, no matter how far, no matter how close, you will always have magnetic control over me. I wish I could read your mind and know all you've to say, but I know, that even through reading of such, you will find a way to hide things you could never possibly say. So, my dear prince of the dead of the night, I pray you find your way back home, and by home I pray that this is to be my heart. I will never leave the spot you've met my eyes for the first time, as long as you never cry away from this smile that will always stay wider that the heart I've cut open for you on that beautiful day...

This is But a Game

I left the night unspoken, but at least my heart is not broken.

I promise to write, and every night, or every other night, I talk to the souls hovering my bed and escape into a world where these words make sense. On some nights, though, they choose rather not to show. For the days are growing shorter, and the lack of sleep beneath my eyes is coming out with a story of yawns and blinks that bear not being opened.

The night I do sleep well, and the night I bring back the imaginery of alcohol and how well it tasted when mixed with your body, will be the one you will listen to the spirits of the night, and join me on a ride to this new world.

This new world that brings more tears than joy, and way more fear then any other toy.