take my hand, dance with me tonight. another post, another thought, dedicated to you. nearly all of what has recently been written, has been for you. let's sway together, slowly. i don't want to get dizzy, so i'll centre my focus on the smile in the corner of your mouth. my actions mirror yours in… Continue reading can’t help falling
let me be your safe haven. will you laugh when i laugh? pupils dilated, i can only imagine what may be on the receiving end. i'm tired of writing over and over about you but each time that i sit down and put pen to paper each word is written only for you. i got… Continue reading hallelujah
tonight i'm feeling rosy, i think it has something to do with him, i don't really want to have to think about him but, because he's made me feel something i haven't felt in a while, i'll let it pass. i wish i were a quilt, shielding them from their darkest thoughts, i wish i… Continue reading rosy
sweet, the skies blurry baby, it's raining every time i open my eyes let me write this prose about you doesn't everyone deserve to have poetry dedicated to them? i remember the first poem i received, it was 9 pages long, filled with adolescent heartbreak and sorrow. sweet, do you want me to write verse… Continue reading sweet, the skies blurry
to be lost in paradise instead of palm trees and sunshine we see only each other we are each other's paradise you find comfort in me you are everything to me bubbles of colours replace the sky there are no roads no paths we don't need one all journeys start and end with each… Continue reading paradise
i fell in love with the thought of her straight away. a whole world was opened up, a whole new storyline was crafted. all because of that late evening daze. now, i like to listen to recordings of your voice late at night. curtains open, no lights on. staring at the faint village lights from… Continue reading a fantasy
his friend told her not to talk to him anymore. and she kept her promise, just like that. that was the night she wrote her last letter to him. the one she never sent. she had wanted to send him letters every other week. in the end she only sent two. every so often, she… Continue reading bubbles, arcades, you.