I sighed to sing a song, but would you sing along?
Wake up to hear your voice so soft and sweet True joy in my heart when you ask to meet
I’m not quite sure why you say it Who you are is perfect I hate that you don’t see it
We know them in different forms. A hand to hold, a shoulder to cry on, light at the end of the tunnel, a smile that brightens our day, our solace, a guide, our home.
a mixed short poem of sci-fi and romance, a daily practice
Source: https://creationondemise.blogspot.com/
My eyes open and greet the day But there’s something missing
Static has a smell when you lift quilts from blankets
"She’ll still love you tomorrow, right?" I ask myself each night; Yes dummy, she’s told you a thousand times
i have a whole bunch of weird romantic poems that i wrote a while ago that i decided i would put on here for fun. hope you enjoy :)
How do you describe beauty to someone who would only fail to comprehend its meaning, Who at best would lack the ability to see its significance,
I sighed to sing a song, but would you sing along?
Wake up to hear your voice so soft and sweet True joy in my heart when you ask to meet
I’m not quite sure why you say it Who you are is perfect I hate that you don’t see it
We know them in different forms. A hand to hold, a shoulder to cry on, light at the end of the tunnel, a smile that brightens our day, our solace, a guide, our home.
a mixed short poem of sci-fi and romance, a daily practice
Source: https://creationondemise.blogspot.com/
My eyes open and greet the day But there’s something missing
Static has a smell when you lift quilts from blankets
"She’ll still love you tomorrow, right?" I ask myself each night; Yes dummy, she’s told you a thousand times
i have a whole bunch of weird romantic poems that i wrote a while ago that i decided i would put on here for fun. hope you enjoy :)
How do you describe beauty to someone who would only fail to comprehend its meaning, Who at best would lack the ability to see its significance,