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Je pensais que je t'aimais Mais je commence à t'aimer plus Et plus Je commence à penser à toi plus Et plus
                                            I thought I loved you But I am beginning to love you more And more
pink cheeks   rosy like blooms that burst when you compliment me.   you say my name   and everything else falls like petals, sinking   down   down   down.
I think about you everyday, I always keep on planning what to say. You dont have any idea nor clue, how much I've been thinking of you. Everytime you look at me My world stops and it freezes me terribly.
There are moments in My day when I know We're both thinking of each other, connecting Us on Our private frequency. Our Spirits intertwine & it electrifies Me to the core. You invade My thoughts, taking My heart 💓 hostage, captivating My soul.
I AM YOUR TERRORIST OF LOVE. I will crawl through Your brain, course through Your veins, infect Your soul then inject Your heart with My Unconditional LOVE.
Fingers frozen to keys . I fall in love with hands . I care not for faces , breasts, genitalia All I need are your hands.
Don't tell me you're done you can delete his number a million times or none you claim you're not looking at his Snapchat's you still check on his status updatesYou analyze every word try to read in between the lines
Maybe I love her more. Then again maybe she loves me more. To her love is a test. I know I've missed my share of answers. I looked at the clock. Knowing I need to take my time but can't slow down.
I boarded her heart. Careful to follow the politics of comfort. Too much weight on either side & We'll surely panic. Tumbling down. Spiraling out of control. I packed light.
And when I dream of you. The pages turn. Highlighting a million and one things. All captivated by the sound we touched with our eyes. Each played in beautiful melody. I'd chase behind you.
Life gets tough when you aren't around. Without none of the things you have to offer. So much as the ease of a smile. But what I love most about it.
Before I knew it I darted towards her like a train. Barreling toward her fast as I could. Inhaling deep, releasing deep huff. The rumble of what came to be manifested before I was seen.
I fell in love by the shore. Nose wide open. In a cool curve I felt a ripple of bliss. Through my eyes I followed every motion. Every gleam that shown through vibrant hue. The echo of true loves kiss.
And when I look at you. I see a thought. The supreme conviction that in spite of ourselves. We are the light that gives unselfishly to ourselves. The pieces we constantly give to each other,
Her lips take me to all of the places that I haven't been. My tongue peeking from behind teeth. The secrets inspired by us and us alone. Exploring the world with our eyes closed. All at once.
I dwelt in thought. Reminiscing on the way that she made me feel. Gradually I moved into her. Packing light, reassuring that I'd bring the biggest piece of me.
I plumped down sinking back first into the middle of the cushion. Resting my arms behind my head. Thoughts of spending the rest of my life here crossed my mind. Now drifting off in thought.
Each morning she grants me the unique privilege of providing a smile on her face I know quite a bit about the simple things. To watch her walk in and delight herself with the croissant of open lips
I was captivated By your false infatuation Entranced by your whispers By your never ending "love" Displayed in fanciful words And beautiful actions Yet that all fell apart When you failed to do
Baby you looked like heaven, and felt like hell. I was just another girl who fell under your spell.   Your eyes a clear watery blue anyone who saw them would fall in love too.
I have late night conversations with the moon  She tells me about the sun And I tell her about you  What we used to do underneath her other half  And during her time when we went our different paths 
Love is a ball of twine wrapped tightly around the hearts of lovers, binding them in a mutual dance of passion.
And there I saw the perfect bed. Just the perfect size, height width everything I could have dreamt. I imagined the perfect sleep in my perfect bed. Never quite seeing home the same again.
You've crossed my mind many nights. Sometimes I just lay there, holding you tight in mind. Wandering your body with my hands. Filling my fingers with the skin I've dreamt so much about.
I thirst for you but without proper size cup, what justifies reason. Beginning to turn the faucet to a slow drip. Little beads of water subsiding in memory. Beginning to fill the cusp of hands. Overflowing
To wake up to the sound of my own broken heart that is the worst way to start the dayTo wake up thinking about how you leftmakes me want to drive a knife through my heartTo wake up not knowing the future of us
Healthy love, is not one sided it is more than a rush once two people are united it is to put full trust in someone and not wanting to let go it is not listening and going with the flow
In the topic of magazines.I sat on the cover, close to the reflection of her eyes.Relaxed in the greeting of open arms.
This morning I caught the blues.I stood on the edge of the spoon with nowhere to go.I tied my shoes and searched for my muse.There she sat, distance postponing an ooze of stew.With the end of the ladle short.
She felt my thirst.Grabbing my legs lifting me in the air.I had no idea what was about to happen.The plastic removed from my face, the breath of life.I felt comfort in her hands.
I find myself stroking your cheek Before I even have the chance to speak I catch myself mid-stare Tangling my fingers in your hair I feel embarrassed, realizing To me your touch is tantalizing 
I wait for time to pass until time can stop again until I feel your sweet caress and your kiss - like sugar cane
Who is he? He's an endless vacation in a pinewood cabin He is what you feel glancing out of a window into the evergreen trees at dawn Or waking up with hope for the first time in a long while
Comfort Serendipity My pearl of joyful peace Safe is what I am  When I curl into his arms, his Heat feeling like wrapping your hands Around a mug filled with warm cider The way he smells...
She misses him.  
I gaze upon you, and what is it I see? An expression? A soul? No, it is only a body. I listen to your word, I know your mind to be strong But reflective, slow persuasion Prove my thoughts and feelings wrong.
Lying by the bedside,With my precautionary pause,Pretending to be blasé,While overwhelmed by that curve across your face,That pierces through the opague clout,Of doubt fused with this loathing,I call home. Stuttered my way upto the room,Where they
brittleand fullof dust,   my soulis ancient—bones,buried deepbeneath.  waiting   to be discovered,and hereyou are,the archaeologist.  
I hear my name, turn around. Oh no, not he. Which one? The one who coos my name with flashing emerald eyes and curled tawny hair. Nothing exceptional, nothing rare.
your words are so lovely that they make me yearn to write my own.   
In my constant state of anxiety ridden gait, I shuffle to class, avoiding eye contact as to not converse, as my own mind is sufficient or inefficient enough. Passing by the same hallway everyday leaves me numb, as did the amount of infatuation tha
I thought I'd be stronger  in your absence... boy was I wrong
(Or: how I learned that sweet things were the quickest way to my heart.)   Even the smallest gesture can contain so much meaning.  
Wind breaks my chest as you continuously blow me away. There’s something inside of me seeping through the gashes of your comfort, Telling me that the cracks within your embrace
As I wake up to the morning sky, I look upon the sun and ask myself why. Why the sun rises with such fullness and brightness. Some see it as just a star, others as God's gift to the righteous.
I was once waterproof, And then it rained. Relentless pouring Soaked my sole. Was it love? Was it hate? You were both.  
She. She is the female form perfected in a single body; the most beautiful woman a man could see
Him. A Poem The first time I saw Him, I was thirteen, The classroom bold, and My thoughts clouded with Thoughts of him.
You're not like the others. You actually listen to me. From the minute I had met you, i'll admit, I was unsure where you would lead. Depression? Succession? How can this situation go?
Young lust Simmers deeper than a gigantic tidal wave The vivacious fusion of the two bodies Begins to peak into the uppermost realm of infatuation  As they cover each other with outer warmth
I am woman. You are man. Though I am not Eve nor are you Adam. The deceit lies on the tip of a tongue's vacant truth,
I've never held a beverage to my lips I imagine beer tastes just like piss And I can't believe I'm sober as I'm saying this But I'm sure I've tasted intoxication.   You're just like the bottom of a bottle
he smiled at me and i was on a roller coaster stomach churning with anticipation.
Take Me   His eyes gazed deeply into my soul Igniting a fire I did not know could exist He whispered my name Sending chills through my body
I am so lost. Lost in my world of make believe, full of dreams and fantasies and that's the way it ought to stay. Infatuation and passion, Demons in my heart Loving is an art
Warmth As the sun's rays shines on my face I'm soon blinded  by her beautiful ways   The way she walks, the way she moves, the way she sways   I'm dumbfounded, confused.
If you have love in your life, Then sir you have achieved what most men cannot. More than, any sailor dares to conceive in his Rash and unreasonable mind. But ay We are just men.
If time could freeze and our hearts melt into one Sparks of spontaneity signify something has begun But fate is at our door and grief is waking us in our bed Desperation is pushing us towards the cliff
Young love, A terrible trap, From the life twisting heartache, To the unfufillable promises, But who could blame such naive adolescents?   If people on the telly can fnd live, why can't I?
One word and I’m all yours But you don’t even know it Bring on these confusing thoughts And how I know I’m getting ahead of myself once more I think of a future Even though our friendship has just begun
I am a lover of words, of prose, of poetry Something about the way the vowels and consonants create varying Syllables that ebb and flow, forming something beautifully aureate
She is something ravishing;  She is the summer breeze against my skin. An enchanting woman with whom I could spend the rest of my days.   Her affection towards me is the felicity of life itself; 
I remember my mom bought this old dusty book for fifty cents at a yard-sale; Now, the title of this book was 100 Classic Fairytales. So, if I ever got restless and my mom just wanted peace,
The Idea alone Is enough to infatuate. It inhabits your every thought Like Well….., An idea. You can see it Like it’s the present. Or at least the near future,
Don't stay in my thoughts That's not a safe place. If you're running through my mind You might be trying to escape. I will crush you with my care I will kill you with my sweetness.
What is this admiration?You are my aspiration.So if this is my chance to tell you,There will be no hesitationLet your whispers be my bedtime storyAs you lay on my chest in all your gloryAll the intimacy
I need you. You with your smile that light up my whole world.
As the fiesta comes to end, I see you sitting down Neither on the couch nor bed; but rather on the cold, hard ground.
The glow you left After you left my room Lingered on like The smell of a perfume.
Gonna dive head first in this murky pool of wonder. Gonna keep one eye closed, one eye open. For fear of seeing the unknown, and excitement of discovering new dreams.
Love, a touchy subject to be sure, for not all can claim its ownership and those who do may be in possession of an entirely different animal, but as you are along for this wild ride can you truly distinguish between furs, or have you simply been e
Never could I expect the unimaginable outcome of that day You see, on that very day You took a journey through my eyes And gazed on back to the inner side of my thighs Just kidding
I am thinking thoughts, and thoughts are thinking me. Dreams are drawing lots, to which one it will be. Be it will, make what you may, and I will follow through. Come the ill, or Death's game play,
No words Just sweet adoration Obvious attraction Simply complex ideas
Upon his physique void o' flaw I gaze, One alike is by mine encounter rare, Jaded not I of said art in a daze, Mine orbs of green resisteth not to stare.
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