August 18, 2017 By BeautyBeyondWords in Momentum Tags: art, believe, bloggers, blogto, bodies, books, broken, dream, emotions, fire, flowers, forever, hate, heart, her, hope, life, literature, love, lovers, nature, pain, photography, poems, poetry, poets, power, publishers, relationships, soul, souls, stars, Toronto, truth, women, woods, words, world, writers
Believer of love,
A Sinner of many,
I hoped for a life
That was not like any,
Your graceful words
Your charming spirit,
A world of many kinds,
You kept me alive,
You captured my heart,
I shed tears at your goodbye,
The turning of pages,
The delicate words,
It was love at first when I opened the book.-BBW
When my world is collapsing I’m right next to you,
you found me in the lost curve of my heart,
when my heart is burning your hands cool my soul,
when you breathe next to me my heart ignites.-BBW
It’s when my hands are tangled with his,
his hands meeting my waist,
the lining up his lips matching mine,
the rustled hair, our bodies in tune to one another that’s when
you’re going to wish you were first.-BBW
Empty streets, broken bonds,
we laid with our hands over our hearts,
humming with the song of what’s to come,
we bared the truth upon an empty sky,
we scarred the world with our misery.-BBW
Empty bottles were her sympathy.
His heart dangled at his sleeve.
She crushed every hope of love between her fingers.
He found peace in empty words.
She tore at his clothes.
He imprinted his skin on hers.
They loved recklessly.
Two souls lost in love but alive in darkness.-BBW
There is a dream waiting to happen
A life waiting to be lived
A dream was once dreamed
And here it begins… -BBW
I want you to need me
I want you to look inside of my soul and call it your own,
I want morning and night to begin and end with you by my side,
I want your lips to never leave mine,
I want your hands to remember every inch of my body,
I want your mind to undress mine,
I want your heart to be one with mine,
I need you to want me,
I want you…=BBW
Watching him smile was like watching the world rid of its pain, all worries gone,
His every move so gentle and perfect, his fingers grateful touching my skin,
The way he looked into your eyes as though you are sun and the moon rising and falling every day,
Lost within his mind of such beautiful chaos, chasing the stars knowing he will never touch but he continues to look because the beauty of wanting something he can’t have was precious,
He was made of everything so simple and perfect, a man full of wisdom and youth, a man who I dared to love, I once knew love in his hands,
But the worst part of loving him was watching the stars fall as his hands touched another, his lips graced another, his eyes lost in another, as I stood from afar watching as I broke into a thousand pieces watching the sun shine on them both as I drowned away with the moon.-BBW