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He spots Her; She notices. He's so fucking hot! She's so damn fine! They meet, they flirt, they hit it off. The pups develop "feelings" for eachother. They hook up, date and fuck.
My brothers, my guysA family in disguiseOne of the greatest in my eyesMy brothers by choiceMy guys wit
Sisters- If a man ever pleads with you, saying, "It's what all guys do to girls," it is your job to tell him but one thing: be different.
It didn't matter what I thought to regret my decision to change my choice I chose my country I chose my God over you I hurt you I angered you I considered you trying to change me
I remember the first thing I said to you. It went something like "Hi, I like to growl" geez I was so nervous to speak. I turned red as you brushed it off and askedmy name. It's Kat, no Ashley, it's
This girl was crazy But she looked like a mountain daisy. Her brown curly hair Made her blue eyes be stared. She was the clown of the group So she was kept in the loop
Raving recognition increases terror
Dumb luck, Dumb hope. I'm a sitting duck, A hurt antelope When I first saw you you were a crush In a minute I hoped In an hour I wished In the night I dreamed
There you are again And here come the tears I try to defend myself But it never works There you are again Why are you mad? You broke it off You hurt me too
Of all the dreams I dreams I think about my self-esteem It might me high, it might be low Just talk to me, so at least you’ll know
Hello Umm...... I apologize if I'm a bother I usually don't do this because I'm.... Well I get nervous But I just wanted to tell you that you are gorgeous
Truly enchanting rhythms chasing my heart
Hey! You! Over there!! I am talking to you.
"This is a very intense poem that is true, and it is very sad and painful going through this.
I'm finally free, I wish you could see, What you mean to me. But now you are gone And I'm left all alone. But you could care less, You said "let it rest". I'm done with your games,
What if there was an easy way to decide? Does he love me; does he not: this is always the question. Do I want him? Am I mad? Those two always bugging me. It consumes my very being for days upon days.
Staring and declaring No known piece of evidence But my factual mind can prove everything I could've sworn he was apart of me Growing from my rib And configured from the ground
Wish it was possible to be Frankenstein Except I wouldn't go around digging for limbs. Instead I’ll take a couple traits, piece em together to make my him. I’d take his intellect and smile. Even his soft spoken ways
The taste in your mouth that lingers and trudges, has no adulation for you any longer. The taste that's withers your tongue and scolds your cheeks shares the same name as I. Your erotic lips and animalistic eyes
tell me if those rappers never promote drugs would you be taking them? have you ever asked your self is this really who i am? tell me what good do you get from those songs ?
There are some things girls just didn't know they didn't want to know. Like the way you didn't know you didn't want to know what your parents were doing while you were sleeping Christmas Eve.