I'm on my way to you.
I can not live without you.
If I had to sleep alone another minute I would die.
You are my everything.
I'm on my way to you.
I don't want another sleepless night again.
I want to give this another try.
You are my everything.
I'm on my way to you.
I don't want to be without you anymore.
I want another chance.
You are my everything.
I'm on my way to you.
I don't want to have to force myself through another day.
I can't accept living without you.
You are my everything.
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Danielle Mosley
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His Haibun
He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
By TheSpinstress3 days ago in Poets
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This was so beautiful. Loved your poem!
Glad to read this.
You are my everything Love your love words