#writingthestorm

Despair is a wild thing in my chest that knows no repose. It fills my veins with spectres of hope that vanish and I drown in text

Sleep is elusive. Hides in the back of my mind behind the myraid of fears I didn't know I have. I know I should sleep and text

My love, know I am smiling because your eyes are still in my mind and the feel of your hands still linger on every curve I have. text

Sometimes I think poets like me are meant to be alone, to love in the purity of a vacuum, to love illusions and hug text

I am the one that came from the sea with aquamarine waves at her feet. Wild and mysterious as the seaspray. I am the cry text

All the warmth seemed to have left his limbs and concentrated in his heart, the blood pooling there, rushing, trying to text

What is the rhythm of an embrace? Is it that of my heart or of his? Is it the one of our dreams? Is it the one of our text

"The feeling of touching someones skin with Writing to you endlessly, my papercut dreams. I want to be tattood to text

To have two people coincide at the exact same time when both have busy lives, responsabilities to bear, demands of time text

My lips wait, red pomegrantes ready for harvest, dripping sweetness, waiting anxiously. text

You open my soul and found it's a poetry book I have that beats in my chest disguised as a heart. text

Fingers entwined I smile like the sun My heart flies like the wind My soul breathes like a dream text

Everyday life is a challenge. So many things we need to balance, the things we need to do, the things we want to do. So text

 I am at loss as to what to say to convey the entirety of this feeling that lives inside of me. You make my lips burst text

Once, round at our house, John said to me, ‘You know, your brother’s a little genius.’ I got back quickly, 'He thinks you’re

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Sometimes love grants us all the words in the world and sometimes it leaves us speechless. text

"Everbearing we tought. Love too ripens and rots." text

Bring me into the rushing water of your river.  text

Do you know how much vulnerability can be in the words, “I miss you.”?  text

Sometimes melancholy gets the best of me and fills the place where you used to live and in doing so sings the song of your text

I hear beyond the words, to the intentions of the heart beneath and I see them weaved in your words and they are the text

I smile the sweetest smile for I feel him right here beside me, watching over me, holding me. His sweet tender presence text

It doesn't matter how far away you are, just to know you exist, oh, it brings such a warm smile to my lips! Whether you text

i do not need anyone i need not to need anyone

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