Pink Love: The Best Damn Thing.

The feeling of love

Thursday, October 30, 2008 @ 2:35 AM

I’ll never forget the smell
Of your neck so soft
Your heart thumping in your chest
I feel the gentle clutch of your hand in mine
And I can’t breath.

My heart stops still
In a flutter of happiness
When your skin touches mine
I can hear you breathing in my ear
And I can’t breath

Your smile’s so divine
That it melts my very soul
When I see it crawl gently across your face
It can tell a thousand stories.
And I can’t breath.

Your eyes sparkle
And mine water at the sight
I think over and over - You’re so beautiful
And your looks could kill me
And I can’t breath.

And your touch could make me cry
You could crush me with just one glance
Cause I love you
I love you.

Labels: Love Poems

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Afraid of Love

Wednesday, October 29, 2008 @ 1:38 AM

Can this be true? Can this be real?
I'm sorry, I'm just so afraid to feel
My heart has been broken so many times
All these scars are proof of those crimes
It's so strange, when I see you, all I want is to hold your hand
But frozen to the ground is where I stand
I can't approach you, I can't tell you how I feel
All I can imagine is the rejection and it makes me reel
Certainly, you couldn't return all this...
Or, just maybe, could you?
I want to steal just one little kiss
Swat me away is what you'd probably do
Please, this is tearing me apart
I beg you, don't break my heart
But you'll never hear me, you'll never know
and our love will never have a chance to grow
So don't worry, I'll keep the peace
I promise, these feelings, I'll never release

Labels: Love Poems

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Must love

Tuesday, October 28, 2008 @ 1:34 AM

It hurts to say goodbye to a person you love
knowing that life won’t be the same without him.
But it’s better to give up rather than to fight
knowing that you’re the only one fighting

Labels: Short Love Poems

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More than friends

@ 1:33 AM

It’s kinda weird how we say we’re friends
but don’t even see each other
or don’t talk often.
But it would be weirder if I say
you’re not my friend
and yet I care for you this much.

Labels: Short Love Poems

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Imagining love

Monday, October 27, 2008 @ 1:31 AM

last night I made a man
out of pillows and forgotten
fragments of clothes
we’d pushed into my drawers.
I held my pillow-man’s hand
and made sure he wasn’t too warm
because it is summer;
I’m on the second floor;
and that was always your
biggest complaint.

this morning I tried to shower
but would turn off the water and run
like a soapy dog, complete with
loyal tail wagging, to the door
thinking you’d come knocking.
You hadn’t.

tomorrow will taste like
the food of a week ago
and I’ll wear sunglasses,
which, if you know me,
(and you do)
will seem out of context
and like a little girl
playing dress up.

I know there are supposed to be
thunderstorms, perfect
radio love songs, movies with Meg
Ryan and wondering when we’ll meet
again,
but God
doesn't budge on the details.

Labels: Love Poems

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Fight for love

Sunday, October 26, 2008 @ 1:30 AM

If you choose to fight for love,
then you should be prepared to face the consequences
and risk associated with it.
But if you choose to follow tradition
over the dictate of your heart
then you also have to be prepared
to lose someone you love.

Labels: Short Love Poems

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Love is...

Saturday, October 25, 2008 @ 1:28 AM

Love is a game
just meant to be played.
Love is a phrase
just overly clichéd.

It's dominated by cheaters,
players, and rule-breakers.
Where three words often said
are lies spoken by fakers.

Love is an emotion
and hormones are the cause.
Love is perfection
that brings out your flaws.

Young ones are swayed
into believing that it's real.
Soon concious of mistakes,
next fear is what you feel.

Love is a wish
desired by so many loners.
Love is a sight
shown off by its owners.

It's a sad pathetic world
when love is only wanted,
for the sake of having it,
and for it to be flaunted.

Love is a drug,
addictive and strong.
Love is a toy.
and you're strung along.

The endings are painful,
yet again you will start,
to end with more lies and tears,
and another cruelly broken heart.

Love is a reason
to be treated like dirt.
Love is an excuse,
an excuse to get hurt.

Labels: Love Poems

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