Posts tagged poem
031. songwriter.
Make me a love song.
Strum on my heart, hear him sing.
Let music be heard.
Your face, your collarbones, your veins.
I made you
up in my mind,
memorized the
details of
your face,
the hollow of
your collarbones,
the veins throbbing
on your arms,
and brought
you into life
with the use
of my pen.
Since then,
you’re the
greatest story
I ever read.
(Source: kundiman)
Nicotine and fags.
Breathe me in
breath me out.
Let me fill your
lungs just like
how smoke from
your cigarette
does the trick.
Let me stain
your teeth with
nicotine and
have you in my
mouth tasting
like ashtrays
and fags.
Keep me in
keep me out.
Let me build
you up then
destroy you
down.
I’m going to
be the greatest
mistake you’ll
ever commit.
But I’ll also be
the greatest
experience you’ll
never forget.
(Source: kundiman)
On stories and films.
I stopped believing
in fairytales and
happy endings when
I met you.
You made me realize
that reality is so
much better than
the stories in books
and people in films.
(Source: kundiman)
I’ve got your
words imprinted
on my skin permanently.
I’ve got your
taste rolling
on my tongue like cartwheels.
I’ve got your
fingers wrapped
around me like crystal balls
of fantasies and stories
about the magnificent
rollercoaster ride of
memories and delicious
bedtime poems of our
childhood life.
I’ve got your
lips pressed
on mine.
They are ecstasy.
They are wonderful.
They are the perfect
things that make life
worth living.
(Source: kundiman)
strangers.
Three inches.
Just few more,
and our skin is almost touching –
warm and silky, against mine.
Three inches.
A few more,
and your world will meet mine –
like yin and yang.
Three inches.
Few more,
and I will start a conversation –
your name and number maybe.
I wished I had enough courage
to take,
three more inches
of space.
029. troika.
It’s always been us:
I love you, and you love him -
An awesome threesome.
strangers.
Three inches.
Just few more,
and our skin is almost touching –
warm and silky, against mine.
Three inches.
A few more,
and your world will meet mine –
like yin and yang.
Three inches.
Few more,
and I will start a conversation –
your name and number maybe.
I wished I had enough courage
to take,
three more inches
of space.
waiting, finding, losing, smiling.
