Watching a show real of moments Of memories I've stored in my head Unravelling the darkest of ribbons that tie me to you Unveiling a portrait, a rapture Of music and soft skin and sheets Of lovers enriched by each other, immersed in themselves, diving deep Holding each other for comfort Holding on like life would depend Grasping breath rasping Clothes thrown to the side as he clutches her - Watching her glow. Poetry forms in this vision Together create lyrically A scripture o

You are the most incredible person I’ve ever met, and it is such a joy to love you. If only the world was full of more people like you, there’s so very few above you. Thank you would be a good place to start, for that wonderfully quirky brain, For your intelligent and humorous personality, that you seem to have in spades. You’re such a special and wonderful woman - you really are unique, You’re a force to be reckoned with, you’re a force full stop, every time you speak. I’m s

This year has been the hardest. Even though I'm studying and feeling at my smartest I'm stressed, my emotions are compressed Because I know you need me I've been working at my best But I keep on making mistakes I'm just giving you some context. And I thought it was a blessing Cause what's the point in crying if the tears don't have a lesson Spread thin, sat in puddles of my sins I wish I had the tools to build a door and let you in & my soul cries. And now because I'm broken

Let me love with your eyes closed. Your hands move down me slow. & you know, I can fix what you broke. Unclothed you can love me till I glow. & we'll grow together, you can't do this on your own. Let me love with your eyes closed. You don't know what I know. Feel exposed. All skin & - Bare bones. We'll both be blind but see the same goals. & we'll grow together, you can't do this on your own.

This one's to give you joy This one's to give you hope This one's just to remind you It's fine to let go This one's for the lonely This one's for the broken When you can't yet hear your heart Or your mind or arms can't open This one's for you. This one's for them. This one's for now. This one's for then.

Third word, and it's blurred - did you do that? You're stirred, speech slurred, did you do that? I tried, to be as honest as I possibly could. It worked until the words turned from water to wood. I promised you that I would do better. Your smell still lingers on my sweater. Second best but getting better Promise me you'll still write love letters? Hold on to every thing that you are. You'll rise without; that's the person you are. You're a masterpiece from the map of your sca

Sometimes the thought of love isn't enough. The dreams, fantasies, memories we have are silent, unexpressed. Without ill intention they often remain hidden, personal to the mind. A thought. We create images behind our eyes so no one can see. We choose not to share our stories because we choose not to be vulnerable. We choose the belief that not everything needs to be spoken. Sometimes the thought of love isn't enough. The dreams, fantasies, memories we have are silent, unexpr

You’re doing your best That hearts gotten - heavier in your chest Shoot crest chest pains now it’s all avoidance Cause for concern hear all this noise it’s - How you doing yeah fine said fine, this line all the time just right for a lie It’s, another lost soul Guiding itself towards a vague goal In the distance I’m wishing love you would open up Talk to me what you doing I can sense you’re broken up inside - you know I can carry some of the weight You know I see you lifting w

It’s a hustle Being yourself, requires muscle One hand‘s holding you up, whilst the others got a shovel Just, digging your way through the noise of their “no’s” When they say you can’t do it just cause they think so But it’s a vision Not every lens has your prescription If you see yourself clearly you can see what they’ve been missing The way you live your life doesn’t require their permission And if it did they wouldn’t pay admission Whipping out opinions, fast facts sharp q

Our first meeting was a coffee, second time we had a walk Not seen a wine nor have I dined, I wouldn’t mind but we don’t talk. Is this how you treat your women or do I get special treatment? Are they all as disappointed 3 weeks after you first meet them? What is it here that seems to get you triggered? Is it me or is it you? Can’t do the math to get the figures. If I seemed like I lost interest then I bet you’d reconsider. I’m not sure that you're my vibe, toeing the li

But it’s not though is it? When you say it you’re indifferent When you say it you don’t mean it meaning that you’ve been ambivalent It’s a cycle full of lies In a bag full of tricks Amongst a story that you tell Tall tales & full of it - It’s tokenistic. It's so discrete you could’ve missed it 6 degrees of separation from the truth if you can listen. But he tends to be descriptive, he deflects from what you witness You can’t be so blinded you’ll be binded to his tunnelled v

Tastes like chocolate Looks like roses Seems like romance Feels like - Loving you Loving you Loving you. Kisses in the morning You're the first light on my face I'm growing in your arms I bloom where I'm planted That crazy mouth of yours Curvature, work of her art I'm growing in your arms I bloom where I'm planted Softness of your skin Hair against my back Finger tips down the crack - of my spine In these sheets I sleep I don't peep Here you keep Me close, & warm, and good .

Oh I’m tight, I'm stingy sometimes The way that I dress I can look dingy sometimes The way I live my life, it’s cringey at times My emotionality can often be, a little bit bingey, you’re right. I don’t know that I know I do it These contradictions of mine I don’t know that there’s a role I have Actively inside my mind When I’m acting in a certain way it misses me - straight lines I swerve and cross another road, oncoming traffic but I’m blind And yet I get away with it - it

I’m big I’m bold I’m loud and I am beautiful the way my spirit sings I’m proud and I’m immutable . performance, work rate, how I move is indisputable. I let my voice take the reigns, then I’m irrefutable - Yes - that’s the extroversion in me, the need to share the way I’m feeling that’s the person in me. The way I like my words large, that’s my uni degrees ( near 3) The lyrics ? That’s the human in me. I’m a confident summer, but here’s a seasonal interval Not been