Love Letters You Weren't Meant to Read.

Love Flows Like Flowers

Lilacs, Lavender, and Lilies,
Softer than a petal, and
more vibrant than the most
scarlet of roses.

Orchids, Violets, and Carnations
Yet Covered in thorns, you
make me want to bleed as I
take you, pain traded for
beauty.

Daffodils, Tulips, and Snapdragons
You stand tall against
the wind, no mere gust can
topple you as you sway
to it’s rhythm.

Chrysanthemums, Daisies, and Baby’s Breath
The rest of the earth is
gray-scale next to you
you are all the colour
I need.

Candytufts, Freesias, and Feverfews,
I crave to wear you on my arm
hand in hand
as your perfume wafts and settles
into me, so that a
part of you is with me always.

Love-in-a-Mist
My love is more like steam,
a fog heated by the radiance,
the brilliance,
of you.

Forget-Me-Nots
Because I will never,
can never,
forget you.

This is the way love is supposed to be.

But

how, by God, 

can I ever be fine, 

if, my God, 

You won’t be mine?

Perfection

Perfect
Hips and thighs
Make all the boys
sigh
in delight.

Perfect
Flesh and bones
Make all the men
moan
craving a touch. 

Perfect
Mind and soul
makes all the gentlemen
full
of lust.  

So how
can there be
any doubt
that I love you? 

Trust me, Darlin’. No matter what happens, you’ll always be my special butterfly.

I crave your embrace,

real solely in my arms. 

You fit my heart like a glove,

ah, but I still won’t say it’s

love. 

Anonymous asked: I love your poetry. You make simple things sound so beautiful.

Thanks, but I really don’t know what I’m writing about half the time. Like, I have no clue. I just write how I think it is. It’s really not that good. 

Anonymous asked: Wow. I love this blog. I just sat here reading all this beautiful poetry, by someone I don't even know. I love it. You are a great writer.

It’s not that good, but thanks. 

And I’d assume most things you read would be by people you don’t know, ahahaha. 

I don’t see how that’s surprising. 

Dear, oh Dear, I have to say, you’re all the Mod Cons, the sum of all desires, lacking in naught but the maleficent.

Come on out, can you play today? This is the kind of love that’s frowned upon, oh why did you set that fire, smoldering in my heart? I feel it in my veins, from my feet to my ears, oh why did you start this forest fire in my soul? Girl, I need some more fuel to feed this beast, so come on, come on, come on out, come out and play with me.