love touches the lips of fate. and a thousand words may be said without a trace of sound. |
You're the first thing i think of each morning...
your the last thing i think of each night when i...
Going through Jessica's things
she was happy though it seems...
Your perfect like something i would only dream.
your thought comforts me when i cry myself to...
Your perfect, like something I'd only dream,
your thought comp forts me when i cry myself to...
Love is but a metaphor,
life is but a lie...
(not my best but W/I/P)
Ruby red, and Baby blue...
LOVE IS:
Love is...
It's just a name.
words not spoken with the mouth...
Moving on,
two simple words that can kill a soul...
Pictures fade,
just like memories do...
I KNOW EVERYONE HATES IT WHEN PEOPLE DO THIS... BUT IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT REAL LOVE IS THEN CHECK OUT MY NEW POEM THE DEFINITION OF LOVE!! |
I'll wait for you... |
Love is when you fall asleep at 5 in the morning thinking about them, and when you wake up at 6 you feel like you got hours of sleep |